What no one in my family knew was that the girl who had slept above a laundromat was now helping run a company with payroll, clients they would recognize from billboards, and growth charts strong enough to attract attention far beyond Denver.
And then Chloe walked straight into that company without realizing whose it was.
She came through an alumni connection who recommended her as a “polished content producer with executive potential.” Daniel interviewed her before he knew she was my stepsister. When he walked into my office afterward, I knew something was off by the way he closed the door.
“What?” I asked.
He sat down. “You never told me your stepsister was Chloe Moore.”
I stared at him for one beat too long. “I didn’t think it would become relevant.”
He leaned back. “She’s charming. Ambitious. A little too rehearsed. I can work with that.”
I forced my face neutral. “Do you think she fits the team?”
“With guidance,” he said. “Possibly.”
And because I had spent my whole life surviving by watching rather than reacting, I nodded. “Then hire her.”