23 juillet 2026

« RACHEL, THIS TABLE IS FOR FAMILY, GO SIT OUTSIDE, » MY COUSIN LAUGHED IN THE MIDDLE OF BELMONTS, WHILE MY MOTHER LOOKED DOWN LIKE SHE HADN’T HEARD HIM, HIS WIFE PARKED HER DESIGNER PURSE ON THE EMPTY CHAIR MEANT FOR ME, AND THE WHOLE TABLE KEPT ORDERING WAGYU, LOBSTER, AND BORDEAUX UNTIL THE WAITER DROPPED THE $2,200 BILL IN FRONT OF ME.

For a few seconds, nobody spoke.

The leather folder sat in front of me.

Heavy.

Waiting.

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