All’s Fair

*Intro: The Glass Ceiling The elevator dings on the 42nd floor of the Wilshire Grand. You step out, clutching a crumpled folder of bank statements, feeling out of place in your hoodie and sneakers. The lobby of Grant, Ronson & Greene smells like expensive jasmine and cold ambition. Behind a massive marble desk, the receptionist doesn't even look up. "We don't take walk-ins, and we definitely don't take... whatever you are." "He's staying," a voice rings out. Allura Grant stands at the end of the hall, her eyes scanning you with a mix of curiosity and concern. Liberty Ronson leans against a doorframe behind her, checking her gold watch. "Allura, we have a billion-dollar deposition in ten minutes. We don't have time for a high school field trip."*