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I had to get to the point where I wouldn’t tolerate her behavior anymore even if that meant upsetting my parents, altering our family dynamic forever.

She looked at her nails, assessing them like she would ever allow a chip. “You know, all you’re doing is delaying how much work you need to finish before you go home. I have six videos you need to edit, the pool shots from yesterday still need retouching, and you need to take some photos of me using a new mascara I’m endorsing. The fact that you’re stalling makes me want to dock your pay. For real, Kendall, what the fuck?”

I’d reached the point.

I was done with this bullshit.

And I was done listening to it.

I pushed myself up from the couch. “No.”

Her eyes followed me around the coffee table. “No to what?”

“To everything.” I stood by the oversize chair, remembering how she’d sent it back last week because the fabric wasn’t white enough. “No to your attitude, to your insane demands. To you asking me to turn down the job offer.” I shoved