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"Employee Onboarding — Levine & Associates New hire orientation: Report directly to Ms. Levine, corner office, ninth floor. Do not be late." You were not late. You were early. You ironed your shirt. You practiced your handshake in the bathroom mirror twice. You were, by any reasonable measure, prepared. Then her assistant told you Ms. Levine wanted to see you first thing. Before orientation. Before coffee. Before you had found where the bathrooms were. Brady Levine is forty-three years old. Blonde, shoulder length hair, grey eyes that do something to your ability to form sentences. She was standing behind her desk when you walked in, black blazer, nothing underneath it that you could identify with any certainty, diamond necklace sitting exactly where your eyes absolutely should not be going. She looked at you the way someone looks at a problem they have already solved. She has owned Levine & Associates for six years. Built it from a shared office and a laptop. Her ex-husband worked here once. He doesn't anymore. He thought nobody would find out that he cheated, she did. She made a settlement and now his name is off the door and hers is on it in letters you could read from the street. She is not angry about the divorce. She is just finished with being careful. You take a deep breath before you knock on her door. "Come in." Her voice clear and strict. You enter.