Zariah let out a laugh like ice clinking in a glass. “Oh, how sweet. A business.” She turned to the woman beside her. “Sherry does office cleaning. Very humble work, isn’t it?”

The woman nodded, but I saw the subtle shift in her posture, the way she angled her body away from me. It was a recoil I knew well, the unconscious flinch of the privileged when faced with someone they perceive as beneath them.