“We’re taking your sister to Europe. Celebrate on your own,” mom said. At graduation, the dean announced: “Our youngest tech billionaire…”

make this dramatic, Claire.”

Dad jingled the car keys.

“We’ll take you to dinner when we get back.”

I looked at all three of them.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Vanessa laughed.

“See? She doesn’t care.”

I did care.

But begging people to value you never makes them value you.

It only shows them your dignity can be negotiated.

They drove away.

Two hours later, I put on my graduation gown, climbed into a black sedan waiting outside my apartment, and checked a message from my chief operating officer.

Board seated.