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I try to scowl, but Dreya has worked for me for too long to be intimidated and stares right back.

“If the problem is that no one measures up to her, ask her to stay.”

I look into her kind but stern eyes. Dreya’s my mom’s age, and she’s worked for me from the beginning. She’s the only one who has the courage to put me in my place when I’m being a prick, and the only one I let get away with it