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Chloe always knew her father was a spineless twat, but she thought he cared about her at least a little. Enough to take her side over her mom’s in a fight.
But that woman pops into Paris for the first time in nearly a decade, complains over how Chloe’s wasting her life and is useless to their legacy without proper skill-building (never mind that Chloe’s known how to balance books since middle school, never mind that Chloe’s been equipped as a leader and master manipulator since well before then, never mind that her mother hasn’t been here to help with any part of their lives since she just left them behind).
Of course, she can’t show her surprise – or hurt, an even more humiliating emotion to show her parents – and so she packs her things quickly, stuffing everything essential into a few bags before vacating the hotel she’s lived in her entire life.
She’s always been taught that family was meaningless, that true bonds are bought or earned, and she won’t look back while she walks away. She’s 23 and a Bourgeois, she’s determined that this loss will be nothing to her.