My brother, Benjamin Jones, caught something in my voice immediately. His tone shifted, going quiet and cold."Who picked on you?"I didn't answer that directly. I wiped the rain off my face."I need you to look into the principal at Westwood High, and the Smith family, the nouveau riche who clawed their way up. And one more thing."I paused. Samantha's fawning, flattering face flashed through my mind."They want that Jones Group job offer so badly, right? Go ahead and let the school know that for the Founders' Day ceremony next week, Jones Group's top representative will be attending in person to award the exclusive job offer on the spot."Less than three minutes after I hung up, a Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up to the curb in front of me and stopped.The lead bodyguard stepped out, opened the rear door, and bowed low."Welcome back, Ms. Jones."I walked through the puddles and got in.The door closed behind me, and just like that, the version of me that had been foolish enou
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