“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…

Security is waiting.”

Patricia had packed her belongings into a cardboard box, escorted out of the building she had ruled like a tyrant by men earning minimum wage.

Our living room was quiet that evening. We were watching the news cycle churn through the ashes of Patricia’s reputation when William’s encrypted work laptop pinged.

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