Today, a resume landed on my desk.I stared at the name, Sam Thompson, and tapped a fingertip once against the solid wood desk.It had been seven years.The man across from me wore a sharp suit, with a practiced, confident smile fixed on his face. "Miss Selwyn, hello. I'm Sam Thompson, a Tarcona University graduate in computer science. Before this—""Sam Thompson?" I cut him off, my voice flat."Yes."I picked up the resume.In the photo, he wore a graduation gown. His face still looked young, almost exactly like mine had seven years ago.As I stared at the photo, my thoughts drifted back to that time.Seven years ago, in that dark, damp cellar…My mother wiped away her tears and pleaded with me, "Sam, what's the point of a girl studying so much? You'll only end up getting married, having children, and raising them as part of someone else's family."Your brother is different. He's the future of the Thompson family. Let him go to college. Besides, your birth certificate has l
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