Zoe would shake her head, knowing there was no point arguing. She’d watched me achieve every goal I’d ever set for myself, only to hand over all the rewards to a family that seemed to view my success as their entitlement rather than my accomplishment.
The day everything changed started with a triumph. I had a massive presentation for a potential client—a retirement fund worth millions. Victoria had entrusted me with the lead, a clear sign she was grooming me for that next level. “Land this account,” she’d told me, “and we’ll be talking about that senior analyst position.”
I’d prepared for weeks, running scenarios, stress-testing portfolios, anticipating every possible question. As I straightened my blazer that morning, giving myself one last check in the mirror, I felt ready. Excited, even.
I passed my father in the kitchen on my way out. He was scrolling through his phone, coffee in hand, still in the pajamas he’d probably sleep in until noon.
“Big day today, Dad,” I said, trying to inject enthusiasm into my voice. “Wish me luck.”
