After my message landed in the group chat, Brooke Hayes went quiet.I leaned back in my chair and shut my eyes.In my first life, graduation had been less than three months out. Most of the seniors I advised still had no placement, and without verified practicum hours they couldn't earn the credit, which meant they couldn't graduate.That was why I'd asked my father, Warren Morgan, to take them on at Morgan Components. Two months on the floor and he'd certify every one of them.Once Dad heard they were my students, he treated it like a personal debt. He was worried the kids wouldn't settle in, so I had a whole floor of company housing wallpapered and fitted with new bunks. Every week he paid out of his own pocket to upgrade their meals.They got their degrees on schedule. Then they listened to Brooke, signed a joint complaint, and took my family apart.Now that I had the year to live over, they could do whatever they liked. I wasn't going to manage them anymore.Whether Brooke's
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