Chapter 8

Sutton shifted uncomfortably in her chair, trying to find a position that didn’t make her back ache. Over six months pregnant, and the reception desk at Cyber10 had become her own personal torture chamber.

The hard chair. The hours of sitting. The condescending smiles from executives who didn’t know she’d been accepted into MIT but had leave to support her younger sisters. Instead, she’d gone into modeling… a job she’d hated with a fiery passion. But it had paid their tuition. Got them through university. 

She still earned her computer science degree, even if she had to do it part time. And she could run circles around half the company’s coding team with one hand tied behind her back.

She rubbed her lower back, wincing as the baby landed a solid kick to her ribs. The doctor had warned her about desk jobs while pregnant, but warnings didn’t pay rent or build a safety net. She was doing this alone. Luca hadn’t wanted her or the baby.

At least she had her sisters.