Iris Held On to Her Paid-Off Title When Her Father Threatened to Call the Police
My phone vibrated twice against the tile counter.
The screen lit up with a single text from Chelsea.
I unlocked the screen and opened the message.
It was four lines long.
“Hey Iris.
I have an interview for a marketing associate role at a firm in downtown Portland on Thursday.
Do you know what questions they ask about software certifications?
Dad said you might know.”