My parents demanded the password to my penthouse apartment right in fr…

shipping routes. I walked past the vice president who had almost canceled my contract earlier that month.

I felt their eyes measuring me.

I focused on my breathing. I calculated the physical distance just as I would calculate a freight transit route.

Fifty yards.

Forty yards.

Twenty yards.

I did not look at my father, who was staring at his plate. I did continue reading …