CNU-At Sunday dinner, my family toasted Olivia’s new law partnership like she had saved the country, then my father turned to me and said I needed professional help because…

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“Someone had to do something,” she defended.

“You’ve been working out of that tiny office downtown, driving that old car, living in that starter condo,” Mom added sadly. “We just want you to have the life you deserve.”

I checked my phone discreetly.

6:58 p.m.

The Wall Street Journal article would go live in two minutes.

Right on schedule.

Dad was really continue reading …