Chapter 33: The Hierarchy of Class Contempt at the Luxury Car Dealership

7 AM, Brooklyn.

I stood on the balcony, watching Erin organize her work materials in the living room.

She wore an old T-shirt, her hair casually tied back. Her focused profile looked beautiful in the morning light.

Erin was a director at the design studio now - she couldn't keep taking the subwa...

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