y own mentorship into Sarah and Emily, cultivating t
National Coding Competition, was supposed to be the crow
deferred MIT for some 'unrema
illing blue holographic warning materialized before my eyes, threatenin
ad to ruin, but I wouldn' t just stand by; my family's resources, t
y weren't prodigies; they were just two
ealized their access was revoked. "
shment. It's policy. You made a ch
e us come crawling back," Emily hissed. "He think
marriage arrangement... Once he restores our access, we'll get what we need for Alex, win the com
years of gratitude replaced by entitlement.
my office for their "male lead," the holographic text fl
arm, and Sarah slapped me across the face, trying to physic
cheek, the pain a searing clarity. The
bing cheek. This wasn't just about them
would not be an obstacle. I would