I started working at my stepdad’s construction company at 15, organizing files and cleaning offices. Over a decade, I worked my way up—earning every bit of responsibility. Then David, my golden-stepbrother, returned after years away, and suddenly my hard-earned role vanished.
“David’s coming onboard. We can’t have two managing roles,” my stepdad said. Ten years of loyalty? Tossed aside for nepotism.
I moved in with my girlfriend, Bea, landed a higher-paying project manager role at a competitor, and thrived. Meanwhile, my stepdad’s company faltered.
Months later, who walks into my office for a job interview? David. The tables had turned. Life had delivered its sweet karma: I was now the one holding the cards, and he was on the other side, humbled by the twists of fate.
