In your mind, you can still hear the investor's patronizing voices. "While we are sure you are quite capable, Miss Kelley," one had chuckled, "we really must speak with your uncle about financial matters such as these. You do understand."
Understand? Oh yes, you understand all too well. Never mind that it's your money, that you're the one who's really in charge of the business, handling the ordering, the hiring, keeping things running as smoothly as when your father held the reins. No, none of that matters. When it comes to talking money, a woman's place is... elsewhere. Men.
You stomp up the stairs of your uncle's favorite club, thrust open the outer door and step inside, already rehearsing today's lecture on promptness. The way things are shaping up, you can tell it's going to be a good one.
8th place (out of 53) in the 6th Annual Interactive Fiction Competition.
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