Beyond Their Plot: My True Calling

mily carefully placed a piece of grilled chicken on his plate, an act of overt devotion. They were putting on a show for the entire tec

e. It was like watching a movie where I already knew the ending. Their fawning and Alex' s preening act seemed pathetic, not pai

ing space connected to our main residence. I was deep in concentration

Alex. They walked in as

arah announced, her tone le

rom my desk, examining it with a look of casual ownership. "Nic

my house?" I asked, my

. As part of their sponsorship, they had been given rooms in a guest wing

desk, a chair usually reserved for my father. He sank into it, puttin

ross the spacious room, "this office has great light. It would be a

king for resources anymore, they were trying to physically disp

ng blue text materialized in the

e female leads, requires a base of operations befitti

dripping with the sam

him with the best, even if it means displacing the secondary character, E

the hair on my arms stand up. This wasn't just about arrogance or entitlement anymore. It felt like I was fighting agai

d Emily's. They genuinely believed this was their right. They saw me not as thei

d by a surge of raw, protective anger. This was my home.