Any person able to afford the generous membership required to stay at the Hawthorne estate was here. Anyone with power, money, a significant family name. None of which I held. But one day I would. One day I’d be powerful and feared and I wouldn’t be scrubbing their dirty country club floors. As I sat on the floor under his watchful gaze, I tried to repeat that in my head. I would be better than him. I would be stronger than him.
