My daughter filled three shopping carts, and when the cashier announced the total was 980 dollars, she ordered me in front of everyone, “Pay. It’s the least you can do for living with us.” I closed my wallet, said “No,” and walked away without arguing. She still didn’t know that later that night, I would stop paying for something far more important than groceries.

“Clinton lost his connection in the middle of a massive video call with corporate heads!

Fix this right now!”

Clinton pointed a sharp finger directly at my face through the bars.

“You are going to call the service providers this exact second and put everything back the way it was!”

I looked at his furious face, noticing for the very first time that he did not look like a powerful corporate executive at all.

He looked like a spoiled, throw-a-tantrum child whose favorite toy had just been unplugged.