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The coffee tasted like rocket fuel, and Amelia couldn't stop tapping her foot. The news had ignited something within her, a fire that had been dormant for years. Mark, the boy who used to steal her lunch money and call her names, was now helping people? Incredible.

She straightened her shoulders, already feeling the shift within her core. She’d made an appointment, meticulously planned her wardrobe, and prepared her opening statement. She knew exactly what she wanted.

She imagined the look on his face when he saw her. The tables were about to turn. Today, she wasn't the scared little girl anymore. Today, she was in command.