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"You're thirty-two and still playing with your little computer games," my aunt Cordelia sneered across the mahogany dining table at the Ravencrest family estate. "When are you going to get a real job like your cousins?" The entire room erupted in knowing chuckles. Uncle Bartholomew nodded sagely while adjusting his gold cufflinks. Cousin Penelope smirked from behind her wine glass, fresh from her latest promotion at daddy's law firm. Even my own mother, Vivienne, couldn't hide her embarrassed smile.
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I sat there in my thrift store blazer, surrounded by designer suits and inherited jewelry, watching my family dissect my life like vultures picking at roadkill. They called it "tough love." I called it the monthly humiliation ritual disguised as Sunday dinner.
"Catalina," my grandmother Octavia began, her voice dripping with that particular brand of disappointment she'd perfected over eight decades, "your grandfather built Ravencrest Industries from nothing. Your father expanded it into three countries before he passed. And here you are, thirty-two years old, still living in that cramped apartment in Millbrook District, making... what do you call them? Video games?"
"Interactive software applications," I corrected quietly, but she waved me off like I was speaking gibberish.
"Applications, games, whatever. The point is, darling, you're wasting your potential. Look at Penelope – she's already made junior partner. Look at your cousin Reginald – he's managing the Shanghai office. And you're sitting there talking about... pixels."