THIRTEENAnaya flicked through her InStyle magazine with her feet perched on her desk. It was impossible to get any work done with the barrage of protesters outside her office window yelling and blowing whistles. Another day, another protest in the name of social justice and reform. It didn’t matter that county administration had no authority over the school district’s budget that the group was protesting, nor did it seem significant that the state office that actually had jurisdiction was just down the street. County Hall had turned into the de facto landmark for protests, complaints, and quests for fairness, and the county staff simply had to deal with it. When she could no longer be distracted by couture, she closed her window.
Her phone beeped and she picked it up to see a text from Ja
