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 ...