quiet, untouchable sanctuary of the sixty-fifth-floor penthouse. As the elevator rose through the spine of the tower, the city lights sparkled below like a vast field of fallen stars.
Ten years earlier they had cast me into the cold with forty-eight dollars and a shattered heart. They imagined they had banished a maid.
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They had unwittingly created a queen.
In my house, the sovereign collects what is owed.