Ripping Off Their Mask
"That’s right, Mary. We all saw what happened. You spoiled Ben and let him wreak havoc, and now it’s ruined.
“Otherwise, why would someone like Allison, a senior executive, be working overtime during the New Year’s holidays?"
Uncle Peter chuckled and turned to my parents.
"Allison is truly impressive—already a leader at twenty-eight! She must be earning a fortune. Could it be around three million a year?"
For the first time, my parents received praise. They smiled faintly, saying nothing, and instead turned to me.
"Allison, is there any way to salvage this?"
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