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* ​ *Respectfully,* ​ *Spencer Lucas, CEO* ​ Emma blinked as she reread the email several times. Her starting salary was more than she could have hoped for, and that sign on bonus would greatly assist her in finding a place for her and her father to live. Spencer was giving her everything she needed. She couldn’t help but think that perhaps he was being overly generous, but she wasn’t in a position where she could say no. And it wasn’t free. She would earn it by working as hard as she could for him. She answered the email letting him know that she accepted his terms.

Clients did not wait. An unanswered message at the wrong moment could mean a contract that went somewhere else, and a contract that went somewhere else was money she could not replace by wishing it back. She crouched in front of the laptop and clicked it open. The email was from Mr. Hales. She read it once, quickly, her eyes moving through the paragraphs and catching on the key words — relocation requirement, revised terms, sixty days, partial disbursement. Then she read it again, slower this time, and when she got to the section detailing the benefits attached to her specific file, she stopped.

I opened it and pulled up my email. The message was still there. “Dear Ms. Vale,” We're pleased to offer you a weekly column in Modern Parent magazine. "Real Talk" would run every Thursday, 800-1000 words, covering authentic parenting experiences without the usual gloss. Compensation is £500 per column with a six-month initial contract.” I'd read it twice yesterday. Once this morning, and now again to confirm I wasn't hallucinating. Real column with a real pay and no performance required.

6 months after the court date. 4 months after Kael got fired. 2 months after Sterling Family Fund paid its first rent. Things were... okay. Not good. Not bad. Just okay. And then the email came. *THE EMAIL* Subject: `I'm sorry` From: `elise.whitaker@sterlingholdings.com` To: `kael.sterling@g***l.com` Time: 2:14am Kael saw it at 6am. Coffee in hand. Adia was still asleep. Lila too.

A notification. *From: Unknown Sender* *Subject: Re: Q3_Audit_Override_Protocol.p*f* Elma stopped with her hand on the car door. Her thumb unlocked the phone. The email had one line of text. _Open the attachment. Page 7._ Below it, the same P*F from last night: _Q3_Audit_Override_Protocol.p*f_ She hadn’t opened it yesterday. She’d been tired, and “urgent” from an unknown sender sounded like spam. But the subject line today was a reply. Someone was waiting for her to read it.

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It'd be a sin not to drain his bank account until it's as dry as a desert. [Death God - Rea]: Sweetie, a voice call is a luxury service. 15 credits for ten minutes, 33 for thirty...but for a premium VIP like you, I highly recommend the Monthly Subscription. The notification pings almost before I finish reading my own text. [System: Payment Received] I stare at the string of zeros, nearly bolting upright on Arlo's mattress. [Death God—Rea]: Monthly service starts now. As a bonus, you get to specify my tone and the topic of our chats. ^^

Lily's POV The email had been sitting in my inbox for about two days. I had read it twice before but I opened it again to make sure I wasn't making any mistakes. Hi Lily. I heard you were looking for a job. Someone sent me this. It's from an anonymous employer. Good pay. Female only. Just go with your CV and an ID. Address: No 12, Bechland, NYC. June 12th. 10 a.m. Good luck.

“Ok then , I’ll go” “Ok sir, I’ll make preparations” His secretary, Jason, then walks out of the office leaving Ryan alone. “She needs to make up her mind quickly, I don’t have much patience” Ryan says to himself tapping the table . At Lia’s work… “Sir please just this once , please I really need the money” “No Lia, I mean why on earth are you asking for a two month advance pay?, no I can’t do that” “Sir please I really need the money , I promise I’ll work twice as hard” she pleaded

“Ma’am, the money was sent to me as payment for a work I’ve made. Seeing as they’ve only sent that amount now, I assume they’ve divided it into installments.” “What kind of work?” Theresa immediately asked. At this moment, it was hard to divide her work and her curiosity as Estela’s acquaintance. If she had checked their system, she would be able to see the name of the sender instead of questioning how the people in front of her were able to get such an amount. “I did some work for Wordsmith Literature, I believe you can check it there.” ‘Wordsmith Literature? Isn’t that the name of a publishing company?’ “Is that the publishing company you are talking about?”