et, her earnings ticking slowly upward. She even found a late-night gig washing dishes at a diner in her neighborhood, the hot water and steam a welcome, mindless

ing the app for her next pickup when a notification popped u

r shift supervisor, a decent, overworked guy w

t his computer screen. The look on his face was grim, lac

ng to the rickety chair in front

omplaint. A serious one. The address listed was for an

he driver of "aggressive and threatening behavior," of "deliberately tampering

was retaliation. A calculated, vicious

shaking slightly. "It's personal. The guy w

do. You're one of my best. But the Sterling family is a corporate client. A big

k of papers on his desk instead. "Management m

pology in his eyes, but it didn't matte

u're terminated. Ef

rk, all those grueling hours, all that planning and scraping by-erased. Destroyed by a si

o fight. But she saw the finality

out of the office, out of the building, and into the cold evening air. The city lights blurre

d in her pocket. The scree

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