“Stop overreacting, you’re ruining her day!” my mother hissed, grabbing my hair and pushing me over the balcony railing at my sister’s party. I blacked out. When I woke up, the upscale venue was surrounded by federal agents, and my mother was sobbing on her knees while my sister held a document and begged me…

the Turner tower, panic reigned absolute. According to Sarah Chen, who texted me updates as she packed her desk, the Finance Director had practically wept while reporting that their quarterly projections had imploded. The turnover rate breached seventy percent in a single afternoon.

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