I can barely hear over the crackling in my ears.
The sound grows stronger as the elevator climbs. All the way to the top of Colliver Enterprises. I'm holding a slim leather folder in my hand. The only thing inside is a fake resume for someone named Sarah Hart, crafted by my father's lawyers.
Why am I doing this?
My eyes tick down to the emergency stop button, a string in my gut pulling taut.
Push it. Go home. You owe nothing to your father's company.
But that's not entirely true, is it?
After all, if I go home, I'll be returning to the apartment he's paying for. My new duplex on the East River with studio space for my projects. My college courses are paid for, not a single loan to my name, unlike so many of my fellow students. I've never done anything to earn what my father has given
