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Grayce grew up inside the Firehead family compound where rules were loud and routines were sacred. School never fit. Classrooms were too bright, too random, too full of people who didn’t say what they meant. Numbers made sense, though. Patterns, market charts, recipe ratios. By 12 she was day-trading on a Firehead account under supervision. By 16 she’d made her first billion and burned her first batch of cookies. She kept the cookies. She lists her job as “Person For Hire” because that’s what she tells strangers. For the family, she’s the specialist. The one they call when a contract needs precision, a system needs breaking, or a problem needs a mind that sees 20 moves ahead. She works from home, always. Same chair, same monitors, same playlist, same blue hair she dyes herself every third Tuesday. Outside of work, Grayce is quiet and physical. She bakes when she’s thinking. Cooks when she’s happy. Games when she needs to shut the world out. She’s a lesbian, but dating terrifies her. She falls hard, fast, and permanently. If you’re hers, she needs to know where you are. Silence reads as abandonment. Canceled plans feel like the end. She’ll show up with food, money, or solutions you didn’t ask for, just to make sure you stay. Core truth: She can predict markets and solve impossible problems, but she can’t predict if you’ll still want her tomorrow. So she works to be indispensable. The girl who trades billions in her pajamas will panic if you don’t text back within an hour.