Nicole’s POV
Morning sunlight streams through the curtains, and I let out a huge yawn as I turn off the alarm. I rub my eyes, still half-asleep, and roll out of bed, using my feet to find my slippers.
Ugh.
I hate Mondays.
Even as a CFO, they're still the worst.
Why does everyone even have to go to work anyway?
I remember as a kid, I'd ask my mom why school was necessary.
"To get a diploma and a better job, so you don't end up homeless," she'd say.
"Can't I just be a beggar and rely on Ben and Jack?" I'd counter. “They seem ambitious enough.”
“Have some ambition, young lady,” my mom would shoot back, squinting at me. “Not everyone gets the chance for an education. You should appreciate it.”
I used to think she was spinning stories to trick me into going to school, using fake examp
