Nadia scrambled to secure her blazer, her mind racing. She had woken up late. The board meetingwas only thirty minutes away. She grabbed her bag, her fingers fumbling with the strap. 

"Nadia, sit down," Estelle commanded from the kitchen, her voice brooking no argument. "Mom, I can’t. I’m already late mom," Nadia said, heading for the door. 

"You have stopped eating in this house," Estelle said, stepping firmly in front of the exit, a plateof steaming eggs and toast in her hands. "The first meal of the day is the foundation. You are a Senior Analyst, not a machine. Sit and eat." 

"I’m late because I was up until three...