Below the headline was a clear professional photograph of me from a tech conference last year. The article
detailed my 23% stake in the company and the immediate cash payout. I leaned back
in the plush leather chair, a slow, cold smile spreading across my face. They
knew the family that had treated me like a worthless charity case my entire life had just woken up to realize they threw
a multi-millionaire out into the cold. And now they were desperate to reel me back in. I closed my laptop and took a
deep breath. My stomach growled, a quiet reminder that I had skipped dinner the night before in the chaos of being
evicted. I dressed in a simple cashmere sweater and jeans feeling lighter than I had in years. I took the elevator down
to the hotel restaurant, a stunning space with vated ceilings, crystal chandeliers, and soft jazz playing in
the background. The hostess seated me at a quiet corner table. I was just pouring
myself a cup of Earl Grey tea when a harsh familiar voice shattered my peace.
Olivia. Oh my goodness, there she is.
I froze.
Marching across the dining room, drawing the irritated stairs of several wealthy guests was my mother. Right behind her
were my father Harrison and Naomi. I realized my mistake instantly. I was
still on the family cellular plan and I had forgotten to turn off my location sharing. They had tracked me. Before I
could even stand up, my mother threw her arms around me, burying my face in her heavy floral perfume.
My brilliant girl,
she practically sobbed loud enough for the next three tables to hear.
I knew you could do it. I just knew it.
I
gently but firmly pushed her away, keeping my voice low.
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