“No,” I agreed, forcing my lungs to expand against the tearing pain in my chest.

“They aren’t.

And you’re still standing here.”

“Because you were good to my brother,” Elena said quietly.

“When he got sick last year, your foundation cleared his medical debt.

You didn’t even know my name.

But your office paid his bills.” She met my eyes.

“People like Chloe think staff are invisible.