She rolled her eyes dramatically. “You’ve literally applied to a thousand jobs before. You’ll get another interview. My girls are only meeting today.” She walked out like the decree was signed.

I followed her downstairs. “Chloe, I’m not missing this interview. No.”

She smirked. “I’ll tell Dad.”

My stomach dropped instantly. She always weaponized him, a loaded gun she didn’t even have to aim.

Dad stomped into the kitchen two minutes later, summoned from the underworld. His voice was already raised before he even finished crossing the room. “What’s this garbage I’m hearing? You’re refusing to take Chloe where she needs to go?”

“I have my interview today,” I said quietly. “This is the first shot I’ve gotten.”