Ryan Cole had cleaned the marble floors of the Hastings Corporation for three years.
Every night he mopped the lobby while executives flew home in private cars, and every morning he returned to a tiny apartment where his eight-year-old son waited with an inhaler on the kitchen table and hospital bills piled beside it.
After losing his wife, Ryan had stopped chasing dreams.
Survival was enough.
Then one night he noticed a flyer on the employee bulletin board.
Front Desk Support.
Daytime hours.
Health insurance.
Twice his current salary.
For the first time in years, he allowed himself to imagine a different future.
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