As the dust settled from the office scandal, Jake found himself navigating a transformed professional landscape in the Office of Strategy Management, now led by his sister Sarah. Decisive as ever, she wasted no time moving into Ms. Reed’s old office. She was still unpacking boxes when he ventured inside for the first time since the regime change.

“How are you settling in?” Jake asked, trying to sound casual.

“Too soon to say! You barely caught me; I’ve meetings with the higher ups all day to get approval for my proposals to restructure the office.”

“You already have a restructuring plan?” Jake asked, stunned.

Sarah nodded, not looking up from the box she was unloading. “I really valued Imani’s mentorship during my time as her top deputy, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t see obvious areas for improvement.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Jake asked sincerely, his older brother instincts crowding out his anxious subordinate impulses.

Sarah just snorted. Undeterred by his sister’s dismissive response, Jake persisted in offering his assistance.

“Seriously, Ms. Mitty. I know you have a ton on your plate right now, and I want to help in any way I can. We’re family, after all,” he said, emphasizing the familial bond.

She looked up from her cluttered desk, recognizing the genuine concern in Jake’s voice. “I appreciate it, Jake. Actually there is one thing you can do. When you were Imani’s administrative assistant, it made sense for you to have the desk right outside of this office. But with my promotion, I feel that Isaac should really be stationed there instead. I won’t make you move until I have a new spot to put you in, but in the meantime, just make sure your desk is tidy and ready to be packed up quickly.”

Jake nodded, understanding the need for the office reshuffling. “Sure, Ms. Mitty. I’ll make sure everything’s in order, and I’ll be ready to move when you need me to.”

“Good,” Sarah replied with a hint of a smile. “I know it’s an adjustment, but I’m confident we can make this transition as smooth as possible. Now, run along. I have to prepare for my next meeting.”

As Jake returned to his desk, he couldn’t shake the sense of change that hung in the air. He knew that being relocated was only one small facet of the broader shift in the office dynamics that lay ahead. Jake noticed how his colleagues exchanged curious glances while Sarah was meeting with senior management. And throughout the day, he caught whispers about what the restructuring might entail.

Sarah must have impressed the senior management with her proposals, judging by the email waiting in his inbox when he arrived the next morning. He felt his pulse quicken as he read the subject line: “Exciting News: Key Leadership Promotions for Office of Strategy Management.”

As he opened the email, he realized his sister’s restructuring of the office had begun in earnest:

“We are thrilled to announce the promotion of three dedicated individuals to senior leadership positions within our newly expanded Office of Strategy Management. The promotions are effective November 24th.

“Marta Tymofichuk, a young rising star at Sylnazhinka Promyslovyy, has been appointed Deputy Chief Strategy Officer for International Expansion. She recently relocated from Neapolis to our headquarters in Matripolis as part of our ongoing efforts to integrate the two workforces. Since joining our strategy team, Marta has demonstrated unparalleled insight into the Eastern European marketplace. Leveraging that deep understanding of the local community and broader Scythian business environment, Marta will now play a crucial role in facilitating the completion of MatriCorp Dynamics’s acquisition of Sylnazhinka Promyslovyy

“Katerina Moncada, who started at MatriCorp Dynamics 15 years ago as a college intern, has been promoted to the position of Deputy Chief Strategy Officer for Domestic Operations. Kat has served for the last six years as the director of our Administrative Support Unit, playing a pivotal role in facilitating and streamlining the clerical and administrative support utilized throughout the company while diversifying our workforce with a significant number of government-subsidized male hires. Her hands-on experience not only showcases her commitment to our mission but also positions her uniquely to oversee strategy for our existing operations within the Matriarchal States.

“Additionally, we are pleased to announce the promotion of Bonnie Waters to the role of Deputy External Affairs Officer. Bonnie brings a valuable fresh perspective to our engagement with outside stakeholders. She has consistently demonstrated a commitment to fostering a positive and inclusive workplace culture.”

Jake snorted reading that. Was Ms. Waters fostering a positive and inclusive workplace culture when she joined in with Ashley Altenburg’s taunting? He tried to ignore the pit in his stomach as he continued reading.

“Finally, Isaac Winziger has been reassigned as the secretary to the Chief Strategy & External Affairs Officer. Isaac has worked as Sarah Mitty’s assistant for a number of years now, and will continue to provide administrative and clerical assistance to her in her new role. Isaac is a shining example of the achievements of our male hiring initiative, and evidence that this public-private partnership is a win-win for all involved.

“These promotions reflect MatriCorp’s confidence in the exceptional talents of its team members and our company’s dedication to nurturing leadership from within. As Marta, Kat, Bonnie, and Isaac take on their new roles, MatriCorp Dynamics looks forward to continued growth, innovation, and success. Please join me in congratulating them.

“Once her new deputies are in place, Sarah Mitty will be announcing further changes to best meet the Office of Strategy Management’s expanded role.

“Warm regards,

Klara Tsai

Chief Operations Officer”

The news of the leadership promotions sent a ripple of uncertainty through Jake. He couldn’t help but wonder about his own role in the evolving landscape.

And clearly he wasn’t the only one. Knowing he would be relocating soon, Jake worked diligently to get the paperwork that had piled up on his desk filed away in the appropriate cabinets. As he moved about the office, he overheard whispered conversations about the restructuring plans.

And worryingly, Ashley Altenburg antipathy toward him seemed to have intensified. She cornered him in the break room later that day with a fearsome scowl on her face.

“What the hell did you say to your wife about me, Jake?” she demanded angrily. “It makes no sense that I wasn’t promoted, so you must have poisoned the well. This is so unfair!”

Jake, taken aback by Ms. Altenburg’s accusation, tried to maintain composure. “Ms. Altenburg, I didn’t have any input into who got promoted, and I’ve been dealing with the fallout of Ms. Reed’s scandal just like everyone else.”

Ms. Altenburg, not satisfied with Jake’s response, continued to vent her frustration. “Don’t try to weasel out of this, pipsqueak. You’ve ruined everything for me, so I’m going to ruin everything for you! I’d watch my tiny little ass if I were you.”

As Ashley stormed off, Jake couldn’t help but feel a sense of injustice.

“What got her all riled up?” Ms. Waters asked, as she headed for to the refrigerator.

“Ms. Altenburg blames me for her not getting promoted,” Jake explained sullenly.

That made Ms. Waters chuckle. “Ashley didn’t get promoted because she ran her mouth about the pregnancy test and pissed off the senior management. She’s only got herself to blame.”

“Thanks for saying that, Ms. Waters. I’m surprised to hear you be so blunt, though; I thought the two of you were friends.”

Ms. Waters shook her head. “I feared her. I was intimidated by her. But I never liked her.”

Jake was still ruminating about the events in the break room when Sarah called him into her office for a private discussion. He entered, unsure of what to expect, and found his sister reviewing some documents on her desk.

“Have a seat, Jake,” Sarah said, gesturing to the smallest of the chairs in front of her desk.

As Jake settled into the chair, Sarah looked down at him with a mix of seriousness and consideration. “Jake, I’ve been evaluating the team and the changes we’ve made. I want to discuss your future role in the office.”

Jake sat patiently, his eyes fixed on his sister, eager to understand the direction his career would take.

“As you know,” Sarah began, “We have three senior administrative assistant positions available for my new deputies. While I’m sure you would perform… adequately in any of them, I think your unique experiences and skills would be best utilized as Marta’s assistant. Of the men under consideration, you’re the only one who’s been to Greater Scythia — hell, the only one who’s ventured outside of Matripolis. And your past experience mentoring interns makes you the ideal person to help Marta acclimate to western culture.”

Jake listened attentively as Sarah discussed the potential role of assisting Marta Tymofichuk, who had been appointed Deputy Chief Strategy Officer for International Expansion. While the suggestion intrigued Jake, he couldn’t help but wonder about the implications of such a significant change.

“I understand, Ms. Mitty,” Jake replied thoughtfully. “And I appreciate you considering my background for the role. However, I want to make sure that I can contribute effectively and continue to grow in my career. Do you think this role aligns with my long-term goals?”

Sarah shrugged. “Let’s be honest, Jake. You’re a man, and you’re not as young as you used to be. So your upward mobility is probably going to be pretty limited no matter what. But if you’re looking to make a real difference and help shape the tenor and tone of this merger, this opportunity allows you to do that. It isn’t just about supporting Marta; it’s also about leveraging your unique experiences to enhance our international strategy efforts. You’ve already demonstrated your ability to adapt and navigate different cultures, and I think that will be invaluable in this position. You’d be laying the groundwork for how men are perceived by all of the Scythian women that Marta will be overseeing.”

Jake considered his sister’s words carefully. The prospect of assisting Marta Tymofichuk and contributing to the international expansion strategy intrigued him. He recognized the importance of breaking gender stereotypes and fostering positive perceptions among the Scythian women at the forefront of the company’s expansion. In the long run, that would matter more than a bigger paycheck or a fancier title.

“Ms. Mitty, I appreciate your perspective, and I’m excited to take on this role,” Jake replied, his determination evident.

Sarah nodded, appreciating her brother’s enthusiasm to embrace the challenge. “Good. I’ll make the necessary arrangements, and you can start transitioning into your new role. Marta will show you to your new desk in the morning. It’s a big change, but I have faith in your ability to adapt.”

As Jake left his sister’s office, he felt a mix of excitement and apprehension about the upcoming changes. The prospect of working closely with Marta Tymofichuk and influencing the perception of men in the Scythian workforce presented a unique opportunity for him. However, he didn’t want to underestimate the challenges that lay ahead.

When he arrived the next morning, Mistress Tymofichuk was waiting for him at the entrance.

“You are the little man they assigned to me, yes?” she asked, her English heavily accented.

Jake nodded. Up close, her towering height and solid build were even more intimidating.

“I told them I no work with men. Men should stay home, cook, clean, take care of the babies. But they say I must work with man if I want promotion, so I am stuck with you. Follow me. I show you where you sit now.”

Jake felt the butterflies in his stomach stir to life; this wasn’t exactly the most promising start. But he couldn’t dwell on it for long, because she walked briskly and it was a struggle to keep up with her long strides as she navigated her way briskly through the building. Finally, they arrived at her new office, at the opposite end of the Office of Strategy Management from Sarah’s corner office.

Mistress Tymofichuk pointed to a desk that was completely bare except for a computer, monitor, and man-sized keyboard and mouse.

“You sit, tiny man, and no cause me any problems. Yes?”

Jake looked up at her and nodded. “Yes.”

Jake took a deep breath as he settled into his new desk, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation about working with Mistress Tymofichuk. He knew that gaining her trust and respect would be no easy feat, especially given her obvious reluctance to work with men.

Over the course of the week, Jake observed his new boss discreetly. Marta Tymofichuk was a formidable presence, with her imposing stature and no-nonsense demeanor. Her expectations for the women on her team were clear: they were to be efficient, organized, and diligent. Her expectations for Jake were equally clear: He was not to speak unless spoken to, stay out of the way and, in her words, “not cause any problems.”

The following Monday, when Jake finally demanded something to work on, Mistress Tymofichuk responded by assigning him menial tasks. Jake felt frustrated by the lack of meaningful assignments and opportunities to demonstrate his capabilities. However, he remained patient and focused, determined to earn Marta’s trust through his diligence and dedication.

After a couple weeks of alphabetizing paperwork and cleaning up conference rooms after meetings, Mistress Tymofichuk reluctantly allowed him to begin managing her schedule and handling her correspondence. She was meticulous about her time and expected Jake to be equally precise. Any oversight or mistake was met with a stern reprimand. But Jake was undeterred and worked tirelessly to meet her exacting standards. He seized every opportunity to anticipate Mistress Tymofichuk’s needs and proactively address them. Whether it was preparing briefing materials for meetings or providing insight into cultural nuances of the Matriarchal States, Jake went above and beyond to exceed expectations and demonstrate his value to the team.

Despite his efforts, Mistress Tymofichuk remained guarded and reserved in her interactions with Jake, maintaining a professional distance that made it challenging for him to establish a rapport with her. Her terse communication style and blunt demeanor further compounded Jake’s struggles to connect with her on a personal level.

Still, by early December Jake’s perseverance and dedication had begun to yield gradual progress. Mistress Tymofichuk begrudgingly began to acknowledge Jake’s reliability and competence in handling his assigned tasks. She even occasionally sought his input on minor matters, a small but significant step toward building a more collaborative working relationship.

He knew that the women reporting to Mistress Tymofichuk were also frustrated by her direct and authoritative management style. She prioritized efficiency and results, often overlooking the niceties expected of interpersonal relationships within the team. The Eastern European work culture she was accustomed to was more structured and formal, contrasting with the laid-back and collaborative atmosphere that had previously defined the office.

But when these clashes caused tension, Jake seized the opportunity to step in and smooth things over. Jake’s efforts to bridge the cultural divides further earned him Mistress Tymofichuk’s respect. While she was still reluctant to involve him in the actual work of the team, she started calling him into her office to explain cultural nuances or get his opinion on how to navigate sensitive interpersonal interactions. Gradually, a mutual understanding started to emerge between them. And the other women working on the team appreciated Jake’s efforts to soften their boss’s hard edges. They began to affectionately refer to him as “our little Marta Whisperer”.

On the last afternoon at work before the office closed for the winter solstice, Jake glanced up to see Marta Tymofichuk striding purposefully through the office, her expression unusually animated. She was accompanied by a ruggedly handsome Slavik man wearing a kubanka, and a young girl who clung to his hand with a shy smile. The girl’s blonde hair and blue eyes matched Marta’s perfectly.

Jake’s curiosity was piqued as he observed Marta’s interaction with her husband and daughter. Gone was the stern and reserved demeanor she usually displayed at work; instead, she appeared relaxed and affectionate.

The three of them stopped at his desk. Bending down to their eye level, she said “Dorohi moyi, tut ya provodzhu vsi dovhi hodyny, koly ya daleko vid vas obokh.”

Jake didn’t understand the words, but recognized them as Scythian. Turning toward Jake, Mistress Tymofichuk switched to English.

“This is Jake, my assistant. He’s the one who helps me keep everything in order. Jake, this is my daughter Vira and my husband Oleksandr.”

Jake stood up from his desk and extended his hand, offering a warm smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both. Mistress Tymofichuk is a force to be reckoned with, and it’s been a privilege to work for her.”

Oleksandr shook his hand firmly, his blue eyes twinkling with warmth. “It is nice to be meeting you, Jake. You are very brave to work in a place such as this.”

The young girl, who was almost exactly eye level with Jake, continued to stare at him curiously. Mistress Tymofichuk gently nudged her forward. “This is our daughter, Vira. Say hello, Vira.”

Vira smiled shyly and mumbled a quiet greeting, her cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment.

Jake offered her a friendly smile. “Hi, Vira. It’s nice to have someone I don’t have to crane my neck to make eye contact with. How old are you?”

When the girl just looked down at her shoes, her mother spoke up for her. “She is around 17 months. She turned one years old in July. She’s only been talking for a few months now.”

“Wow,” Jake replied, still maintaining eye contact with the young girl. “You’re quite big for such a young age. Are you excited for the holidays?”

Vira nodded enthusiastically, her shyness melting away as her face filled with excitement. “We’re gonna go see Grandma!”

“How exciting!” Jake replied. “And I’m sure your grandmother can’t wait to see you.”

Vira nodded. “And we gonna go up in the sky in a plane!”

Despite the toddler’s limited vocabulary, Jake noticed that her English was less heavily accented than Mistress Tymofichuk’s and Oleksandr’s.

“That’s wonderful!” Jake enthused. “I hope you all have a really great time.”

“Thank you, Jake,” Mistress Tymofichuk said, her tone softer than usual. “We are looking forward to spending time with family back in the motherland. Have a merry solstice and a happy new year.”

“You too, Mistress Tymofichuk. Nice to meet you, Vira. Nice to meet you, Oleksandr.”

As Jake bid farewell to Mistress Tymofichuk, Oleksandr, and their daughter Vira, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth and connection with his boss’s family. Seeing Marta in this light, as a loving wife and mother, humanized her in a way that her professional demeanor at work had not allowed.

As the Tymofichuk family departed from the office, Jake returned to his desk, reflecting on the journey he had embarked upon since assuming his new role. Working alongside Marta had been challenging, but it had also been rewarding. He had gained valuable insights into the intricacies of international business and had developed a newfound appreciation for cultural diversity.

A sense of optimism and cheer washed over Jake as he prepared to leave the office for the winter break. The past couple months had been filled with challenges and uncertainties, but also with growth and newfound connections. As he packed up his belongings and shut down his computer, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

Despite the initial hurdles he faced in his new role as Marta Tymofichuk’s assistant, Jake had persevered and earned her respect. Through his dedication and hard work, he had gradually built a collaborative working relationship with Marta and had become an integral part of her team.

As he walked out of the office and into the crisp winter air, Jake’s thoughts turned to the upcoming holidays. While he was excited to spend time with his own family and enjoy the festivities, he couldn’t shake off a lingering sense of wariness about Nadira staying with them for the holidays. But despite his concerns, Jake set off to enjoy the holidays with his loved ones with a renewed sense of purpose and upbeat determination, ready to embrace whatever the future held.

He tried to stay focused on his work during the morning, making his way through the emails that had piled up during his brief time off and ensuring that Ms. Reed’s schedule was on track so she could hit the ground running for the week. But he couldn’t quite shake that unsettling feeling.

Jake’s instinct to be wary was validated when he took a walk to the water cooler to refill his water bottle near the end of his shift. Like most things in the workplace, the water cooler was not designed for someone of his stature, but when he stood on his tiptoes, he could just manage to press the knob to start the water flowing. As he held his water bottle up to the faucet, three of the youngest and most recently hired strategists approached.

Ashley Altenburg‎ had hit it off with some of the higher ups when she’d interned with the company during previous summers, so it wasn’t a huge surprise when she’d been hired immediately after graduating college in May. Jake had never liked her; Ms. Altenburg‎ was adept at kissing ass to those more powerful than she was, but she was a bully who delighted in tormenting the weak. And Jake, being less than half her height, was an irresistible target for her. Nor was he the only man she targeted; he’d heard some real horror stories the past few months.

Marta Tymofichuk had been a junior strategist at Sylnazhinka Promyslovyy, the Scythian company that they were acquiring. When they had sought volunteers to transfer to the American headquarters, she had been one of only a dozen or so women who’d seized the opportunity. Shortly after she’d arrived stateside, Ms. Altenburg had pulled her into her social orbit. A tall and imposingly muscular young woman with icy blue eyes, she was so quiet and reserved that Jake found her difficult to read.

Bonnie Waters was Victoria Waters’s niece, which evidently trumped qualifications or experience. Pretty in a girl next door sort of way, with gorgeous wavy red hair, she radiated nervous insecurity. Jake distrusted her desperation to be liked.

All three of the young women towered over Jake, but Ms. Altenburg‎ was definitely the alpha of their little clique.

“Hey, Jake,” she began, a teasing undercurrent to her tone. “You and Imani have a nice trip together?”

Jake was taken aback by the unexpected comment. He glanced around, sensing the curious eyes of other colleagues nearby. The office environment, usually buzzing with a focused energy, now felt charged with an unspoken tension.

“Um, yeah,” he stammered. “My daughter Kelly and Ms. Reed’s sister Nadira just started at Penelope Exeter Academy, so it was just a trip to drop them off and get them moved in.”

Ms. Waters chimed in with a smirk, “Must’ve been a real family affair, huh?”

Jake, maintaining his composure, clarified, “It was a family trip, nothing more. Is there something specific you ladies wanted to know?”

Ms. Altenburg‎ chuckled, exchanging glances with her companions. “Oh, nothing, Jake. We were just, you know, interested in what you were up to while you and the boss were away from the office last week.”

Ms. Waters giggled. Mistress Tymofichuk just looked perplexed.

As the conversation continued, and the two young American women continued to dance around what they were really asking about, Jake felt a growing unease. He couldn’t pinpoint why his colleagues were suddenly fixated on his personal life, especially his recent family trip. He felt like he’d entered a battleground of unspoken accusations without knowing it. And Mistress Tymofichuk’s unyielding stare only added to his nervousness.

That night, Jake tried to shake off the distressing encounter. But the atmosphere at work became increasingly uncomfortable for him with each passing day. The insinuations and teasing comments persisted, creating a hostile environment that affected his focus and productivity. Nobody would tell him what he was supposed to have done, but far too many of his colleagues seemed to relish in the vague insinuations and teasing comments.

Even the colleagues Jake normally got along well with seemed to be avoiding him. He overheard hushed conversations every time he entered the break room, and noticed more and more of his colleagues exchanging pointed looks when he walked by.

When he’d confronted Sarah’s assistant Isaac about what he’d heard, the young man had looked down at his feet.

“A lot of us really need our jobs here,” he’d mumbled. “As much as we like you, we can’t afford to get mixed up in your whole situation right now.”

But when Jake had asked him what that situation was exactly, Isaac had just shrugged and found an excuse to escape the conversation.

To some extent, Jake understood. It wasn’t easy being a working man in a corporate setting. But for that same reason, whatever rumors were swirling about left Jake in an especially vulnerable position. As the whispers and speculations persisted, Jake felt isolated and exposed. The imbalance of power in the workplace further amplified the impact of the gossip on Jake’s professional and personal well-being.

Finally, as Jake was just finishing up his Friday afternoon shift, Sarah approached him with a concerned expression.

“Jake, please come into my office. I think we need to talk in private for a moment.”

Knowing that the impromptu meeting had to be related to the tense atmosphere in the office, Jake felt a pit of dread in his stomach as he followed his sister into her office, watching as she closed the door firmly behind them. Sarah gestured for him to take a seat, her face reflecting a mix of concern and hesitation.

“Jake, have you noticed anything… unusual going on around here lately?” Sarah asked, choosing her words carefully.

Jake sighed, his discomfort evident. “Yeah, I have. Ever since Klara, Ms. Reed and I got back from dropping Kelly and Nadira off at Penelope Exeter, people have been acting strange. I don’t know what’s going on.”

Sarah nodded, her expression sympathetic. “I’ve heard some rumors circulating, and I wanted to address them with you directly. There seems to be speculation about your relationship with Imani.”

Jake’s eyes widened in surprise. “What? Ms. Reed is my boss! I’ve worked for her a long time now, and we’ve always kept things strictly professional. Why would anyone think there’s something more going on?”

Sarah sighed, running a hand through her hair as she peered down at him. “Ashley Altenburg‎ found a positive pregnancy test in the trash of the executive bathroom, and rumors have been running rampant ever since. That, combined with your recent trip and close working relationship, might have steered the gossip in your direction.”

Jake was dumbfounded by Sarah’s revelation. The news of a positive pregnancy test and the subsequent rumors linking it to him and Ms. Reed left him speechless. He couldn’t fathom how such a personal matter had become a topic of office gossip.

“I don’t even know how to respond to that,” Jake said, his voice a mix of frustration and disbelief. “Imani and I don’t have that kind of relationship. We’re colleagues, and that’s it.”

Sarah’s expression softened, understanding the unfairness of the situation. “Jake, I believe you. But rumors have a way of spreading, and we need to address this before it gets out of hand. I’ll talk to Imani and see how she wants to handle the situation.”

Ms. Reed, dismayed by the rumors, decided to address the entire team during a scheduled staff meeting later that week. She spoke candidly about the inappropriate nature of office gossip and clarified that she and Jake had a strictly professional relationship. She urged the team to focus on their work and maintain a respectful and supportive environment.

The meeting did little to quell the speculation, and the tension in the office lingered. And Jake definitely bore the brunt of it. While Ms. Reed seemed to be admired for being assertive and sexually adventurous, Jake was dismissed as an ungrateful libertine who didn’t appreciate how good he had it with Klara.

Watching Klara as she drove her SUV out of the executive parking lot that night, Jake couldn’t help but notice that she looked as exhausted and troubled he felt. He hated that the rumors might have made it all the way up to the C-suite.

“What’s wrong, dear?” he asked, genuinely concerned.

“I spent all day in meetings with the other top executives trying to figure out a way to keep a lid on a major scandal,” she sighed as she turned onto the on-ramp for the highway. “Have you heard anything from your coworkers about Imani Reed?”

Jake explained the rumors that had been circulating since they’d returned from dropping the girls off.

“Figures your name would get dragged through the mud with this whole mess,” Klara replied bitterly. “It turns out that Imani is pregnant and her other assistant Mark is the baby’s father.”

Jake’s mind reeled at the revelation. The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place—the pregnancy test in the executive bathroom, the gossip about him and Ms. Reed, the tension in the office. It was a complex web of personal matters intersecting with professional life, creating a perfect storm of rumors and speculation.

“So, the rumors about me and Imani were just a distraction from the real story?” Jake asked, still processing the information.

Klara nodded. “Exactly. Unfortunately, Imani isn’t the only executive having an affair with a male subordinate, and it seems that one of the others seized on the opportunity to create confusion and divert attention from their own mess. Imani should have known better than to get involved with her assistant, but the last thing that the company needs is the entire office discussing her personal life.”

Jake was relieved to finally get to the root of the rumors that had been dogging him. But he knew that tumultuous times lay ahead. While Ms. Reed’s lapse in judgment had caused him a lot of problems recently, she’d been a supportive and understanding boss who he’d worked well with for years. And the blossoming romance between Kyle and Nadira had brought the Tsais and the Reeds closer personally.

Jake was working the afternoon shift the next day. By the time he got to the office the door to Imani’s office was shut, and the lights inside were off. The atmosphere in the office was even more tense than it had been; it was clear that everybody knew that something major was going on and they too were all wondering how their careers would be impacted. Klara had sworn him to secrecy, so he just tried to stay focused on his work.

Shortly before the workday ended, a press release went out to the entire company. His eyes widened as he read the subject line of the email: “MatriCorp Dynamics announces new leadership for Scythian expansion”

He jolted upright in his chair as he opened the email and began to read it:

“MatriCorp Dynamics today announced that Imani Reed will be relocating to Neapolis as President of MatriCorp Dynamics European Ventures (MCDEV), further reinforcing MatriCorp Dynamics’s international credentials as a global leader in multiple sectors.

“She will step down as Chief Strategy Officer immediately, and will assume her new duties in Neapolis at the start of the new year.

“Sarah Mitty, who has served as Deputy Chief Strategy Officer for International Expansion since August of this year, will take on the expanded role of Chief Strategy & External Affairs Officer, also effective immediately.

“Anna Everett, Chief Executive of MatriCorp Dynamics, said: ‘Our entire executive team is focused on helping deliver solutions that address the challenges associated with being a truly global player. Imani has been hands on with the acquisition of our Scythian competitor Sylnazhinka Promyslovyy and brings a wealth of knowledge and experience to her new position. Meanwhile, Sarah Mitty’s background and skills will ensure a seamless transition for our in-house strategy team while taking our engagement with outside stakeholders to the next level.'”

The next morning, the whole office was abuzz with speculation and questions in light of the unexpected announcement. The sudden change in leadership had taken everyone by surprise, and the team was left grappling with the implications of Imani Reed’s relocation to Neapolis.

Klara had to work late that night, and Jake was the only one left in the strategy office when Ms. Reed unexpectedly appeared.

“Hey Jake,” she said, the weariness evident in her voice. “I just came in to pack up my things. Can we chat for a minute?”

Jake followed her into her office and looked up at her patiently as began to put her belongings into cardboard boxes. After a couple minutes of fraught silence, she began to speak with a tone of sincerity.

“Jake, I want to apologize for the rumors and the impact this scandal has had on you. It was never my intention to involve you in such a personal matter. I should have been more discreet, and I’m truly sorry for any discomfort this has caused.”

Jake, appreciating Ms. Reed’s honesty, nodded in acknowledgment. “I understand, Ms. Reed. It’s been a challenging situation for everyone, and I appreciate your efforts to address it.”

She sighed, running her fingers through her braids. “I’ve been dealing with the fallout and focused on damage control, but I wanted to talk to you directly. I value our professional relationship, and I don’t want you to suffer any more than you already have for my mistakes. While it wouldn’t be appropriate for you to report to directly to your sister, Sarah has promised to find a new position for you on the strategy team. But we all thought it for the best that Mark resign; he and I are going to elope this weekend. That way he can accompany me to Scythia, and my baby will have a full-time stay-at-home father.”

Jake listened carefully to Ms. Reed’s explanation, still processing the unexpected turn of events. As she mentioned Mark’s resignation and their plans to elope, he couldn’t help but feel a mix of surprise and sympathy for the challenges they both were facing.

“Ms. Reed, I appreciate your honesty. I’m glad to hear that I’ll still have a place with the company,” Jake replied, trying to convey understanding and support.

She nodded appreciatively. “I know this has been difficult for you, Jake, and I want to do what I can to minimize any further impact. And while I hate to ask anything else of you, I’m worried about the impact my sudden career change will have on Nadira. I was hoping that she could stay with you and Klara during school breaks.”

Jake considered the proposal, recognizing the stability it could offer Nadira during what would undoubtedly be a tumultuous time. “I know that Kelly and Kyle would love to have her with us, and I would too. But I think I need to defer to Klara on such a major decision.”

Ms. Reed nodded wearily. “Of course. The woman of the house definitely should have the final say in such matters. I’ll call Klara this evening to discuss it.”

As Jake left Ms. Reed’s office, soon to be his sister’s office, Jake considered the conversation they’d just had. Ms. Reed’s apology was genuine, and he appreciated her efforts to minimize the damage to his career. However, the proposal regarding Nadira staying with him and Klara during school breaks added another layer to the already complex situation.

As he packed up for the day, Jake couldn’t help but wonder how the dynamics in the office would evolve. The resilience of the team would be tested, and trust needed to be rebuilt. Sarah would have her work cut out for her. But regardless of what came next, Jake was determined to weather the storm with integrity and grace. He remained steadfast in his commitment to his career and his family, whatever the challenges that lay ahead.

Jake struggled with one of Kelly’s large and heavy trunks, dragging it along the ground as he strained to make it move. He only made it halfway to the SUV before his wife spotted his difficulty and came over to help. Klara, who had been hitting the gym with Kelly all summer to regain her pre-pregnancy fitness, was now noticeably muscular and lifted the trunk by the handle effortlessly with one hand and slid it easily into the back of the SUV.

“Let Kelly and I handle the big heavy stuff,” she told her husband.

Jake looked up at his wife appreciatively and nodded. At some point during the summer, Klara’s fitness journey had ceased to be about losing the baby weight; she clearly enjoyed how muscular she was becoming and wanted the world to know it. The green tank top she was wearing for the trip showed off her impressive biceps, while the skintight workout pants showed off her powerful legs.

 When Jake had suggested that she wear something more appropriate for visiting their daughter’s new school, Klara had shut him down immediately. She had to dress professionally all week, she told him, and she was damned if she was going to wear her professional attire on a day off. When he had suggested jeans instead, Klara had just complained that her legs were too muscular now to fit into her jeans, and that Jake hadn’t been proactive enough about ordering new ones to fit her bulky frame. At that point, he’d let the matter drop.

As Kelly brought out an oversized suitcase and slid it into the SUV next to the trunk, Klara exchanged a knowing look with her daughter, a silent acknowledgment of the bond they’d strengthened through physical exertion and mutual support leading the family. The mother-daughter duo, with their newfound strength, shared a camaraderie that had further divided the family along gender lines.

Jake, with Kristina in his arms, marveled at the sight of the two strong women in his life. They possessed a strength and vitality that he and Kyle couldn’t hope to match. Fortunately, they were able to find their own ways to contribute to the family dynamic.

As the SUV was loaded with luggage and snacks, Kyle emerged from the house with a box of his own belongings that he would be lending to Nadira for the school year. His timing was uncanny, because just as we walked down the front steps, Ms. Reed pulled up in her own luxury SUV, packed to the brim with barely enough room for her and Nadira in the front seats.

Ms. Reed stepped out of her vehicle with a warm smile, her appearance immaculately polished despite the early hour. She approached Klara and Kelly, shaking Klara’s hand and giving Kelly a quick hug in greeting.

“Good morning! I hope you’re all ready for the big day,” Ms. Reed said, her eyes scanning the packed SUV. “Looks like you’ve got everything but the kitchen sink in there.”

Kelly nodded toward Ms. Reed’s vehicle and chuckled, “You’re one to talk!”

Ms. Reed laughed ruefully. “True, true. But between you and me, I’m convinced the kitchen sink would fit if I rearranged a few things.”

Nadira got out of the passenger’s side of her older sister’s vehicle, a mix of excitement and nervousness in her eyes. She exchanged pleasantries with Klara and Kelly, and as her eyes met Kyle’s, a subtle blush crept onto her cheeks. The two teenagers shared a brief, awkward smile, both aware of the changes in their relationship and the challenges that awaited them trying to handle long distance.

The group engaged in small talk, the air filled with a blend of anticipation and farewell. Jake, holding Kristina, observed the interactions, a mix of emotions swirling within him. As the conversation continued, he couldn’t shake the unease he had been feeling about Ms. Reed and Mark at work. Still, today was about the girls, so he tried to put the drama at work out of his mind.

“My parents should be arriving shortly to watch Kristina while we’re gone,” Jake explained. “We’ll hit the road once they get here.”

“I can’t believe how big she’s gotten!” Ms. Reed observed, starting down at the squirming baby in his arms.

“I know!” Jake replied. “Infant girls grow so fast! Soon she’ll be too big for me to carry like this.”

In his peripheral vision, Jake caught Kyle eying his baby sister warily. Nadira seemed to sense his unease, and placed a protective hand on his shoulder.

“I wish I could ride with you and your sister,” Kyle told her.

Nadira smiled, and crouched down to be closer to Kyle’s eye level. “With everything I’m bringing, there just isn’t enough room. But I’m so glad you’ll be there to help me move in.”

“Me too,” Kyle replied, his voice thick with emotion.

Their tender moment was interrupted by the arrival of Jake’s parents, pulling up in their reliable sedan. Gran and Grandpa Mitty greeted their family, beaming with joy at the sight of their grandchildren and eager to watch Kristina for the day.

Jake handed Kristina over to his father, who cradled the baby with practiced ease. “Don’t you worry, Jake. We’ll take good care of her,” his mother assured him, her eyes filled with grandmotherly affection.

With the baby in capable hands, the rest of the group gathered for a final round of hugs and well-wishes. Since Ms. Reed was a Penelope Exeter alumna, she knew the drive well and would be leading the convoy with Klara following closely behind. The atmosphere in both vehicles was a mix of excitement, trepidation, and anticipation. This would be the longest Kelly had ever been away from her family, and it would be a big change for both the Tsais and the Reeds.

The two vehicles winded along the scenic route, with bursts of animated conversation punctuated by contemplative silence as the reality of the upcoming separation settled in. Shortly after crossing into Vermont from Matripolis, they decided to stop for breakfast at the Pink Peggy, an old railway car diner in Margareton. The diner, a charming establishment with its long counter and small old fifties jukeboxes at each booth, offered a cozy respite from the road. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air.

As they settled into a corner booth, the atmosphere lightened. Ms. Reed shared stories about her own experiences at Penelope Exeter Academy, mixing funny anecdotes with useful practical advice. Both teenage girls absorbed the conversation with a mix of fascination and nervousness, eager to create their own memories at the prestigious boarding school while feeling a little intimidated by such a major change in their lives.

They weren’t seated for long when the waitress, a tall middle-aged woman with broad shoulders and a friendly demeanor, approached the Tsai family’s booth with a notepad in hand. She smiled warmly at the group as she introduced herself.

“Good morning, folks! Welcome to the Pink Peggy. My name’s Darlene, and I’ll be takin’ care of you today. Ready to order?”

Klara, Ms. Reed, Kelly, and Nadira quickly placed their orders, but when Darlene turned her attention to Jake and Kyle, her tone and choice of words took an unexpected turn.

Darlene’s gaze shifted to Jake and Kyle, her smile widening as she addressed them in a tone that carried a hint of condescension. “And how about you, boys? What can I get for my two handsome little fellas here?”

Jake and Kyle exchanged awkward glances, taken aback by the unexpected shift in tone. Kelly stifled a giggle, and even Ms. Reed couldn’t hide a smirk. Nadira, sensing her boyfriend’s discomfort, tried to suppress a smile but found it difficult.

Jake cleared his throat, attempting to regain some semblance of dignity. “Uh, I’ll have two eggs over easy with bacon, please.”

Darlene looked skeptical. “Are you sure? That’s a lot of food for a little guy like you.”

“I’m sure,” Jake replied, crossing his arms out of frustration.

The waitress just shrugged, and turned her attention to Kyle. “And what can I get for you, little boy? Perhaps a kiddie menu and a coloring book?” she suggested, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Jake and Kyle exchanged incredulous glances, the discomfort growing more palpable.

“No thank you,” Kyle responded, trying to maintain his composure. “I’ll have a Belgian waffle with strawberries.”

Darlene just rolled her eyes. “You’re as stubborn as he is. I sure hope your eyes aren’t bigger than your stomachs.”

“I love her sense of humor!” Kelly exclaimed as the waitress walked away to put their order in with the kitchen.

Klara and the Reed sisters nodded in agreement. Jake and Kyle fumed silently.

As breakfast progressed, the women at the table continued to be amused by Jake and Kyle’s growing embarrassment at the way Darlene kept speaking to them.

Noticing the guys’ discomfort, the other waitress working the shift made a brief discreet stop at their table. She was a lot younger than Darlene, only a couple years older than Kelly and Nadira.

“I wouldn’t take it personally,” she told them. “Darlene’s like that with all of the men who come in here. Just be glad you’re not her poor husband!”

Jake and Kyle continued to feel awkward as Darlene’s banter persisted, but the younger waitress’s reassurance helped them take it in stride. And when the food arrived, everybody agreed that their breakfasts were excellent. By the time they finished, even Darlene had to admit that she’d underestimated the appetites of the “little boys.”

While Klara settled the bill at the register and Ms. Reed left a generous tip on the table for Darlene, Jake headed outside with the girls and Kyle to wait. He soon found himself shivering, the first brisk hints of autumn in the September air. When Klara finally came out of the restaurant, she saw the goosebumps on his arms and shot him a scornful look.

“You guys get cold so easily with your skinny little limbs,” she observed. “I told you should have worn a jacket.”

“I know”, Jake mumbled in response, looking down at his feet to avoid the weight of his wife’s stare.

Klara turned to Kelly. “I think I saw one of your old plaid shirts in the back when we were loading up the car this morning. See if you can fish it out for your father.”

When Kelly yanked it loose and brought to Jake, he recognized it as one his daughter had outgrown years ago. But while it was now far too small for his daughter, it was comically oversized on him. The short sleeves came down past his elbows and the bottom hem came down nearly to his knees. His wife and the Reed sisters were all giggling at the sight of him, and even Kyle was struggling to stifle a smirk.

Still, Jake was willing to bear this latest indignity because his daughter’s old shirt did help with the chill. Once the ladies got their laughter under control, the two families returned to their respective vehicles and resumed the road trip to Herovia. The scenic drive continued uneventfully, passing through picturesque landscapes as they headed to the elite school.

As the two vehicles crossed over the Connecticut River, leaving Vermont behind and entering Herovia, the quaint charms of downtown Brattleboro made way for the rolling hills and lush greenery along the Harriet Kendrick Highway. The anticipation in the air was palpable, both for the girls embarking on their new chapter at Penelope Exeter Academy and for the families accompanying them.

The last 170 kilometers across southern Herovia passed quickly, and soon enough a road sign along State Route 27 announced that they were entering the town of Exeter. Ms. Reed, in the lead vehicle, navigated the familiar streets with ease. The Tsai family followed closely behind, trying to take in the community that Kelly and Nadira would be living in for the next four years.

The academy itself, nestled within a vast expanse of manicured lawns and historic buildings, appeared like a scene from a postcard as they approached. The sight of Penelope Exeter’s grand entrance, flanked by towering oak trees, left an indelible impression on both girls. The sprawling campus, with its ivy-covered red brick buildings and manicured lawns, exuded an air of tradition and excellence.

At the top of the hill, Ms. Reed and then Klara spoke through the driver’s side window with a girl from the upper grades who was helping coordinate things. Impeccably dressed in school colors, the helpful young woman indicated where they could park to unload their vehicles. As everyone climbed out, they were greeted by the crisp air of the early September afternoon.

The Tsais and the Reeds joined the hustle and bustle of other families, unloading luggage and belongings from their vehicles. The student volunteers, identified by their matching shirts and friendly smiles, offered assistance and guidance. The air was filled with a mix of nervous excitement and the sense that something significant was unfolding.

Kelly and Nadira took in their surroundings with a mix of awe and trepidation. The reality of leaving home began to set in. At a folding table set up near the unloading area, they learned that their request to be roommates had been approved. The room they had been assigned  was on the third floor of Bancroft Hall. They were introduced to their floor’s resident assistant, a friendly and welcoming upperclassman named Sophie, who led them towards their assigned dormitory.

As Sophie led the two families across the campus, she explained the history of Penelope Exeter Academy as they walked. The town had been founded in 1638 by Mary Exeter, a Coven of England priestess who fled England when her liberal theology conflicted with Queen Elizabeth VI’s hardline views. Nearly a century and a half later, merchant and banker Penelope Exeter returned to the town her grandmother had founded and used her vast wealth to establish a school which would instill in the region’s most promising young women the virtues of goodness and knowledge. Early in the twentieth century, oil baroness Florence Caldwell made a sizable donation to the school under the condition that it adopt the “Caldwell method” of instruction, an educational framework that is student-driven rather than teacher-driven.

When they reached Bancroft Hall, Sophie held open the heavy wooden door for the group to enter. Jake was grateful for her assistance; he could barely reach the door handle, and he doubted he had the strength to open it. Inside, the spacious foyer had an air of timeless elegance, with a sweeping staircase leading to the upper floors. The walls on both sides were adorned with portraits of distinguished alumnae, creating an atmosphere steeped in tradition and academic excellence.

Upon reaching Bancroft’s third floor, the air was filled with the hum of anticipation and the shuffle of students settling into their new homes. Shuffling through her purse, Sophie took out two keys. She handed one to Nadira and used the other to unlock a door at the end of the hall. The door to Kelly and Nadira’s room swung open, revealing a bright and cozy space with twin beds, twin desks, an old fireplace, and a large window overlooking the campus.

Sophie smiled warmly, her helpful demeanor shining through. She handed the second key to Kelly and waved them inside. “Here you go, Room 314. Make yourselves at home!”

Kelly and Nadira stepped into their new shared space, the excitement and nervousness evident in their expressions. The room, though smaller than their bedrooms at home, radiated a sense of possibility and independence.

As they began unpacking, Sophie lingered in the doorway, offering guidance and answering questions about dorm life and the academy’s traditions. She encouraged the girls to get involved in extracurricular activities and assured them that the initial homesickness would soon be replaced by a sense of belonging.

While the girls settled into their room, their mothers engaged in friendly conversation with Sophie in the hallway. They discussed the changes in Penelope Exeter Academy since Ms. Reed’s time as a student. Ms. Reed seemed to enjoy reminiscing about her youthful experiences at the school, and Sophie seemed genuinely interested to hear more about the school’s past.

Meanwhile, Jake and Kyle stood on the periphery, observing the interactions. Sophie, maintaining a professional demeanor, turned her attention toward them. “So, Jake and Kyle, if you have any questions or need assistance, feel free to ask. I’m here to help.”

Jake appreciated the offer but felt a bit out of place. “Thank you, Sophie. We appreciate your help getting them settled in. I guess we’ll let them unpack and get acclimated.”

Sophie’s mouth tightened at the little man’s words.

“One thing though: Here at Penelope Exeter, students are seen for the leaders they will become. As such, it is tradition for men to address us more formally here on campus. Accordingly, I would prefer it if you call me Ms. Sacco while you’re with us here on campus.”

Sophie’s polite insistence on the formal address caught Jake and Kyle slightly off guard, but they nodded in understanding.

“Of course, Ms. Sacco. We appreciate your help,” Jake responded with a friendly smile.

“Thank you for clarifying, Ms. Sacco,” Kyle added, trying to match his father’s amicable tone.

Sophie nodded appreciatively, her demeanor softening. “You’re welcome, boys. And like I said, if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. The transition to academy life can be an adjustment for families too.”

As she made her way down the hallway to assist other students and families, Jake and Kyle exchanged bemused glances. The practice seemed a bit antiquated and stuffy, but they recognized that traditions were important at a place like Penelope Exeter Academy with such a long and storied history.

Soon enough, it was time to head back downstairs and unload the remaining items from the SUVs. The division of labor was evident—the women and girls effortlessly carried the big, heavy stuff, while Jake and Kyle handled smaller, lighter loads.

“Kyle, grab those pillows and blankets. We’ll need them to make the beds cozy,” Klara instructed, as she and Kelly carried a heavy wooden dresser.

Kyle nodded and quickly gathered the bedding, maneuvering his way through the crowded hallways. The dormitory’s atmosphere buzzed with excitement and nervous energy as families worked together to create comfortable living spaces for their daughters.

Meanwhile, Jake followed behind juggling a collection of smaller items—clothing, toiletries, and various other lightweight personal belongings. He marveled at the efficiency with which the women handled the larger furniture, admiring their strength and endurance. The division of labor based on traditional gender roles played out with the other families all around him too. Jake and Kyle were satisfied with their smaller contributions, recognizing that every little bit still helped.

After a dozen or so trips, all of the girls’ stuff had made it up into Room 314 and it was starting to take on a bit of their personalities. As Jake and Kyle worked together to make the beds, Sophie returned with two men. One was in his early twenties, while the other was even older than Jake.

“Bert and Ernesto, I’d like to introduce you to Ms. Tsai and Ms. Reed. Kelly and Nadira, Bert and Ernesto are the domestic assistants for our floor. They’ll be doing your laundry, emptying your trash, and vacuuming your floors.”

The two men peered up at Kelly and Nadira, but didn’t say anything.

“Bert and Ernesto are here to ensure that you can focus on your studies,” Sophie continued. “They’ll take care of the things your fathers and brothers probably did for you back at home. They’ll stop by to drop off your clean clothes Wednesday mornings, and you can let them know then if there’s anything else you need assistance with.”

Kelly and Nadira bent down to offer the two men polite hellos. Bert and Ernesto nodded in acknowledgment, their expressions deferential and reserved.

As Sophie ushered the domestic assistants to the next room, Kelly and Nadira turned their attention back to Jake and Kyle, instructing them as they unpacked the remaining trunks and suitcases.

Once everything had been unpacked, a touch of preemptive homesickness crept into the dormitory’s atmosphere. The families were adjusting to the new reality of separation, and the girls were navigating the unfamiliar terrain of dorm life.

“Maybe we can find a good spot for a group photo before we part ways,” Klara suggested, as it became clear that everyone was reluctant to say their goodbyes.

Kelly and Nadira, not yet ready for their families to go, agreed enthusiastically. The Tsais and the Reeds set out to explore the picturesque grounds of Penelope Exeter Academy. Sophie, with her knowledge of the campus, offered to guide them to a scenic spot that would serve as the perfect backdrop for a memorable photo.

As they strolled through the manicured lawns and admired the historical architecture, the families chatted about the experiences that awaited Kelly and Nadira. Ms. Reed and Sophie compared and contrasted their experiences at Penelope Exeter, pointing out things that had changed while highlighting other things that had remained the same.

Jake and Kyle had to jog to keep ups with the ladies’ longer strides, and they were just starting to feel a bit winded when the group reached a charming courtyard framed by brick campus buildings with a fountain in the center. The families agreed that it was an ideal location for the photo. Sophie offered to take it for them, and Klara handed Sophie her phone.

Sophie expertly positioned everyone, with the much smaller guys in the middle, the far taller ladies flanking them on either side, and the elegant architecture of Penelope Exeter Academy perfectly framed in the background. The families gathered close, creating a tableau of mixed emotions—excitement, pride, and the unmistakable tinge of bittersweet farewells.

“Say cheese!” Sophie called out with a friendly smile. The camera clicked, immortalizing the Tsai and Reed families on the cusp of a significant chapter in their lives. “And just to be safe, let me get a few more.”

As the families lingered in the courtyard, emotions ran high as the families exchanged hugs and well-wishes.

Kelly pulled her brother into a tight hug. “Be good while I’ve gone, Kyle. Listen to Mom. And look after Dad and Kristina, okay?”

Kyle nodded, not one to openly display his emotions. But his voice definitely caught as he surprised everyone with a heartfelt, “Take care, sis. I’ll really miss you.”

When Klara pulled her oldest daughter into a tight embrace, Kelly started sobbing. Nadira was a bit more reserved as she hugged her big sister goodbye.

“I wish Mom and Dad were here, Imani.”

Ms. Reed looked back at her sympathetically. “I know. They wanted to be here, but Mom had a work commitment that she couldn’t get out of, and there was just no way to make the travel work.”

“I’m so grateful that you’re here, though. You’re such a great big sister.” And now it was Ms. Reed’s turn to start sobbing.

After everybody had said their goodbyes, Klara gave the two girls a few parting words of wisdom.

“Take care of each other, and remember, we’re just a call away,” Klara advised, her eyes reflecting both pride and a touch of maternal concern.

“We believe in you and your ability to do great things,” Ms. Reed added. “And I promise you that soon enough it will feel like you have a second family here at Penelope Exeter Academy. Just give it a little time.”

Both girls nodded, still clearly very emotional.

As Jake and Kyle followed Klara and Ms. Reed back to the SUVs, the mood was a mix of nostalgia, pride, and a sense of loss. The scenic surroundings of the academy’s campus seemed to echo with the sentiments of the families navigating this significant transition.

They had just made it back to the parking lot when a girl’s voice suddenly shouted out, “Kyle!”

Turning around, they watched as Nadira raced toward them.

Before Kyle could say anything, she pulled him into a tight hug that lifted him right off the ground. Still suspended off the ground in her arms, Kyle gave her a passionate kiss.

“Don’t forget about me,” Nadira made him promise when their lips finally parted.

Kyle, a tear running down his cheek, just smiled. “Forget you? Impossible.”

Nadira, lowering him back down toward the ground, found herself laughing even as she was crying. “We’ll get through this. It’s just a few months until the holidays, right?”

“Yeah,” Kyle replied, squeezing her hand as he looked up into her eyes. “We’ll make it work.”

As two teenagers exchanged a final wave, the adults got back to their respective vehicles, each carrying a mix of emotions. Once Kyle had buckled himself into his booster seat, the two SUVs took off for home.

The drive back to Matripolis was subdued. The sun had begun its descent, casting a warm glow across the landscape. Jake occasionally glanced at Klara, a silent understanding passing between them. They were proud of their daughter but couldn’t shake the pang of emptiness that came with leaving her behind.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do without them,” Kyle said as Klara pulled into their driveway. “Kelly’s been at my side since I was born, and Nadira was my best friend long before she became my girlfriend.”

Klara shot him a sympathetic glance via the rear view mirror as she parked the SUV in the driveway. The atmosphere inside the vehicle was heavy with the weight of recent goodbyes. Jake unbuckled himself from his own booster seat, turned back toward Kyle, placed a reassuring hand on his son’s shoulder.
“It’s a big adjustment, Kyle,” Jake acknowledged, his voice filled with understanding. “But remember, it’s not about doing without. It’s about finding new ways to grow and connect, both with your sister and with Nadira.”

“Yeah, Dad,” Kyle sighed, looking out of the window as the memories of the day played in his mind. “I know. It’s just… different.”

Klara turned off the engine, and the quiet settled over the car. The reality of the changed dynamics in the Tsai household sank in. Kyle, so carefree and easygoing over the summer, was grappling with the sense of loss. Jake and Klara exchanged a glance, silently acknowledging the complexity of the moment.

“We’ll find our new normal, buddy,” Jake reassured, squeezing Kyle’s shoulder gently. “And hey, you’ve still got Kristina to keep you on your toes.”

But Kyle looked more disconcerted than comforted. “She’s still staying over with Gran and Grandpa tonight, right?”

“Yeah,” Klara replied, misunderstanding the tension in his voice. “But don’t worry, she’ll be home in the morning.”

As the Tsai family entered the house, they all felt Kelly’s absence keenly, as the quiet halls echoed with a newfound sense of space. Still, the familiarity of their home felt comforting and the unusual quiet somehow poignant. Klara immediately headed into her den to respond to the work emails that had piled up while they were dropping the girls off. Jake, sensing the mix of emotions, suggested that he and Kyle fix a late dinner together, deciding that some father-son time and a nice meal would bring some warmth to the family’s suddenly emptier home.

Amid the busy summer, Kelly found herself consumed not only by the demands of managing the household but also her preparations for the looming transition to Penelope Exeter Academy in the fall. The prospect of attending the prestigious boarding school excited her, but she was also a bit nervous about the prospect of being so far from home for so long.

By contrast, Kyle felt no need for the same level of meticulous planning for Hearthside Domestic Institute. He’d still be living at home, and he wouldn’t have to worry about the rigorous academic expectations he’d faced in middle school. It allowed him to take a much more laid-back approach to summer vacation than his sister. He focused on spending quality time with the family, enjoying lazy summer afternoons and hanging out with Nadira. The rest of the family at times envied Kyle’s carefree attitude.

Meanwhile, at work, Jake’s adjusted schedule proved challenging yet manageable. The part-time arrangement was off to a smooth start; the new part-time assistant Mark had seamlessly integrated into the Strategy team. If anything, Mark was working out a little too well for Jake’s comfort. With his reduced hours, Jake’s role felt diminished. Meanwhile, Mark was well-liked by both the American women and the Scythian women. Jake even suspected that Ms. Reed had begun to show Mark subtle favoritism.

One day, Jake arrived early for his afternoon shift overheard a conversation in the break room between Ms. Reed and Mark that made his suspicions intensify. Their laughter and the way Ms. Reed touched Mark’s cheek raised alarms in Jake’s mind. He tried to brush off his concerns, attributing them to paranoia and stress. However, as days passed, he couldn’t help but wonder if there was something illicit going on between the two of them.

Sarah, oblivious to Jake’s concerns, continued to express her satisfaction with Mark’s performance, praising his adaptability and efficiency. This only added to Jake’s sense of displacement. The altered power dynamics in the office, coupled with the challenges of raising a newborn at home, began to take a toll on his confidence.

One evening, after a particularly long day, Jake found himself confiding in his old co-worker Gary about his apprehensions. After a stint as the assistant to the Chief People Officer, Gary had recently been appointed as the secretary to the board of directors, making him the highest ranking man at the company. As they grabbed a beer at a sports bar a short walk from the office, the glow of ceiling mounted televisions casting a soft ambiance in the dimly lit tavern, Jake hesitated before broaching the subject.

Gary took a sip of his beer, his eyes focused on Jake. “Something’s clearing bothering you, Jake. Why don’t you spill it?”

Jake hesitated for a moment, swirling the condensation on his beer glass. “It’s just… things have been different since I adjusted my hours for the whole baby situation. I feel like I’m becoming less relevant at work. And, well, I’ve noticed some things between Mark and Ms. Reed that make me uneasy.”

Gary leaned back, studying Jake with a thoughtful expression. “Work dynamics can be tricky, especially when there’s a shift in roles. But what exactly is making you uneasy about Mark and Ms. Reed?”

Jake took a deep breath, his concerns pouring out. “They seem to have this camaraderie that goes beyond a professional relationship. I’ve seen them laughing together, and she touches him in a way that just feels… I don’t know, inappropriate. Maybe it’s nothing, but it’s been bothering me.”

Gary nodded, understanding the weight of Jake’s worries. “It’s crucial not to jump to conclusions, Jake. Sometimes, things may seem a certain way, but there might be a perfectly innocent explanation. Besides, it’s clear from the meetings I’ve sat in on recently that Ms. Everett and the board of directors see a bright future for Ms. Reed at the company.”

Jake’s friend paused for a moment, making sure their conversation wasn’t being overheard, and then continued at a whisper. “And just between you, me, and the lamppost, she wouldn’t be the only executive at the company getting frisky with a male subordinate. Not Klara, of course. But when I was still in HR, I took notes for a meeting where Ms. Lerman brought the issue to Ms. Everett’s attention. I remember her saying that the board was willing to look the other way as long as the executives deliver results. And Ms. Reed is definitely delivering for the company in a big way.”

Jake listened to Gary’s words, a mix of surprise and discomfort etched on his face. The revelation about the company’s culture and the potential for blurred lines between executives and subordinates left Jake feeling uneasy. He grappled with the realization that success seemed to trump ethical concerns in the eyes of the board.

“Look, Jake,” Gary continued, leaning in closer, “I get that it’s frustrating, especially when you’re trying to balance work and family. But sometimes, you’ve got to play the game. If I were you, I’d keep my mouth shut and make sure to stay on Mark’s good side so you stay on Ms. Reed’s good side.”

Before they could discuss the matter further, Jake got a message from Klara that she was almost ready to leave. As Jake left the sports bar and began to walk back to the office, his mind felt clouded. He knew that Gary was only looking out for him, and his advice was pragmatic. But it still seemed somehow immoral for him to stay silent. If Klara noticed that Jake was unusually quiet during the drive home, she didn’t say anything. She knew he had a lot of his plate.

Later that night, Jake was confronted with another surprising revelation. Wanting to make a dent in the laundry that had been piling up, he needed Kyle to keep an eye on Kristina. But when he walked into Kyle’s bedroom unannounced, he discovered Nadira on the bed, straddling Kyle in her lap. Judging by their startled, even guilty, expressions, it was clear that he had interrupted a private moment between the two teenagers.

Shocked by the unexpected scene in Kyle’s room, Jake quickly averted his eyes, a mix of discomfort and surprise washing over him. Kyle and Nadira scrambled to compose themselves, their faces flushed with embarrassment.

“Geez, Dad, can’t you knock?” Kyle asked, his voice cracking.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude,” Jake muttered, quickly turning on his heels and closing the door behind him.

As a whirlwind of thoughts raced through his mind, Jake took a moment in the hallway to regain his composure. The revelations about potential impropriety between Ms. Reed and Mark at work, coupled with the unexpected discovery of Kyle and Nadira’s intimate moment, left him feeling unsettled.

Jake realized that his son was entering adolescence, a period of his life that would be filled with newfound experiences and emotions. He knew he needed to have an open and honest conversation with Kyle about boundaries and responsibilities. Fair or not, girls and boys are treated differently by society when it comes to carnal desires. Nadira benefited from greater degree of freedom to be adventurous and active in that area. But if Kyle got a reputation for being a slut, he’d really regret going to a Male Academy instead of high school because no young woman would want him for a husband.

Jake knew he needed to remind his son of that reality, but finding the right moment for that conversation proved elusive. Between Jake’s job, all of the time Kyle was spending over at Ms. Reed’s house with Nadira, and their joint responsibilities taking care of baby Kristina, father and son never seemed to be alone together.

“How long have Kyle and Nadira been more than just friends?” Jake asked Kelly later in the week, as she watched him change Kristina’s diaper.

She just shrugged. “I dunno. It’s a fairly recent development, I think. They’re both freaking out about being so far apart once Nadira and I start at Penelope Exeter Academy in the fall.”

By the beginning of August, the burden of unspoken secrets seemed to grow heavier as Jake observed more inappropriate behavior between Mark and their boss.

Fortunately, back at home, Kyle sensed his father’s unease. That Saturday night, after Klara and Kelly had headed out to the gym, he finally broached the awkward incident with Jake.

“Look, Dad, about the other night. It wasn’t what it looked like. Nadira and I are just figuring things out. These feelings are new for both of us, and we’re taking things really slow.”

Jake appreciated Kyle’s honesty and seized the opportunity for a candid conversation. They sat down in the living room, the air filled with a mix of awkwardness and understanding.

“Kyle, I want you to know that it’s okay to explore your feelings and navigate new experiences. But it’s important to communicate openly and set boundaries,” Jake began, choosing his words carefully. “It sounds like you’re both being cautious, and I think that’s wise.”

Kyle looked at his father, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. “Thanks, Dad. I appreciate you not being weird about this.”

“Of course, Kyle. I want you to feel comfortable talking to me about anything. And remember, I’m here to offer guidance, not judgment,” Jake replied, emphasizing the importance of open communication. “But just to avoid uncomfortable moments like that in the future, let’s institute a door open policy when you’re hanging out with Nadira up in your room.”

Kyle rolled his eyes.

“I know I sound old-fashioned,” Jake continued. “But you’d be surprised by how many people hold on to old-fashioned notions of acceptable behavior for unmarried guys. You need to protect your reputation, and small things like keeping your door open will help you do that.”

Kyle clearly didn’t want to hear what his father was telling him, but he begrudgingly agreed. Before Jake could reiterate the point, Klara and Kelly returned home from the gym. They were sweaty but energized.

“The girls outgrew they clothes again,” Klara announced, as she tossed her gym bag onto the floor at Jake’s feet.

“So Gran took me shopping this afternoon!” Kelly added enthusiastically, as she handed off her own gym bag to Kyle.

Though Kelly had carried it effortlessly with one hand, Kyle struggled with the weight of the gym bag even with both arms under it. Jake wished the women of the house would be more cognizant of the strength differential between them, which had only grown since Klara had started lifting weights with Kelly this summer in order to quickly shed the baby weight.

“Your father has washed everything they bought,” Klara told Jake. “And your mother will be dropping the clothes off shortly.”

As Klara and Kelly headed upstairs to shower, Jake and Kyle moved quickly to get the sweaty towels and workout clothes into the washer, and put the rest of the contents of the gym bag away.

They had just hung the empty gym bags up in the coat closet when the doorbell rang. Jake exchanged a quick glance with Kyle, and they both headed to the door. When they opened it, Jake’s mother loomed over them, standing on the front porch carrying a shopping bag in each hand.

“Hey, Mom,” Jake greeted her. “Thanks for taking Kelly shopping. You didn’t have to.”

Michelle set down the bags of the clothes in the foyer so she could bend down and scoop her son up into a hug.

“Oh, it was my pleasure sweetie! I love spending time with my firstborn granddaughter. And with her starting at Penelope Exeter in a couple weeks, I wanted to make sure she had everything she’ll need. Plus, the two of us had a great time picking out new outfits for baby Kristina.”

“I had your father separate the clothes for the girls in these bags,” Michelle explained, handing one bag to Jake and another to Kyle. “You’ll find Kelly’s things in the larger one and Kristina’s in the smaller one.”

Jake and Kyle made their way to the living room, opening the bags to inspect the contents. Kelly’s bag held a variety of new outfits, each more mature than the last. Jake couldn’t help but be startled by the shift in style; it was a clear sign that Kyle wasn’t the only one of his kids plunging into adolescence.

Noting her son’s surprise, Michelle smiled. “Kelly’s a young woman now, and it’s time she started dressing like it.”

Meanwhile, Kyle was holding up a onesie from the smaller bag.

“Wow, this is huge!” Kyle remarked. “It’s way bigger than Kristina’s old clothes.”

This only made his grandmother smile more. “She’ll grow into them before you know it. You’re already having to squeeze her into the old ones.”

It was true. She could only fit into the zip-up onesies she had, and they couldn’t get the zipper to go all the way up. She’d already grown 25 cm since they’d brought her home from the hospital.

After reiterating his gratitude, Jake walked his mother to the door. Michelle bent down and kissed Jake on the top of his head.

“Your father and I will be out of town for a few days to cheer Emily on at a pre-season game against Providence. But Sarah will be around if you guys need anything.”

Turning back toward the living room, she called out to her grandson. “Kyle! Get your adorable little butt over here.”

Kyle joined them, still gripping the oversized onesie. He looked up soberly at his towering grandmother.

“Be good,” she told him. “And be nice to Kristina. She’s going to be bigger than you before you know it.”

Kyle reacted with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. The idea that Kristina would soon be bigger and stronger than him seemed to unsettle him. Michelle noticed his reaction and bent down to put a large hand on his small shoulder.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. It’s all part of growing up. Girls are a lot bigger and stronger than boys. That’s just the way it is. You’ll adapt, just like your father did when Sarah and Emily outgrew him.”

Before they could discuss the matter further, a notification beeped on her phone. “I’d better head out. They’re broadcasting another one of Emily’s pre-season games live on HeraSport tonight, and I don’t want to miss the beginning of it.”

She lifted Kyle up by the armpits and cradled him against her chest in a tight hug. After setting him down, she turned to Jake and bent down to kiss the top of his head.

As Jake and Kyle stood in the doorway watching her car back out of the driveway, a weighty silence settled between father and son. The realization that all of his children were growing up quickly hit Jake with full force. And he could sense Kyle’s unspoken questions, the uncertainties about the changes in their lives. Closing the door behind them, they moved back into the living room, still processing the implications of what had just transpired.

Jake took a deep breath, glancing at Kyle, who seemed lost in thought. “It’s a lot to take in, huh?” he said, breaking the silence.

Kyle nodded, still holding the gigantic onesie in his hands. “Yeah, I mean, I knew that girls grow a lot bigger than boys. That’s obvious to anybody with eyeballs. But Kelly’s always been a lot bigger than me. I guess I never considered the fact that Kristina would be someday too.”

Jake nodded, understanding the sentiment. “Change is a constant, buddy. And yeah, sometimes it can be uncomfortable. I’ve been struggling with it all summer, with all of the changes at work, the new baby at home, and you and Kelly entering a new phase of your lives. But it’s a natural part of life.”

“But what if I can’t keep up, Dad?” Kyle asked, a mix of curiosity and apprehension in his voice.

Jake placed a reassuring hand on Kyle’s shoulder, choosing his words carefully. “Keeping up doesn’t mean being the biggest or the strongest, Kyle. Being a man in a world built for women means learning how to adapt and shining in your own way. Life isn’t a competition with others; it’s about becoming the best version of yourself. Now, we’d better head upstairs and get these clothes put away.”

Kyle brought the smaller bag into the nursery, while Jake headed into Kelly’s room with the larger bag. As he began swapping out her existing too-small wardrobe with the new outfits, the sight of the more mature clothing emphasized the reality that his daughter was growing up. He couldn’t help but feel a mix of pride and apprehension. As he neatly hung the new clothes in Kelly’s closet and lined the new bras up in a row in the lingerie drawer of her dresser, Jake reflected on the past couple of months.

All of the big changes and uncomfortable revelations had really driven home the importance of adaptability, resilience, and embracing change.

His thoughts were interrupted as Kelly entered the room, fresh out of the shower, and that her new outfits had been dropped off.

“I can’t believe how fast this summer is going by,” she remarked. “The new school year is only a few weeks away.”

“Yeah, time flies,” Jake replied, putting the last of the new clothes away. “And with you heading off to Penelope Exeter, it’s another big step.”

Kelly nodded, a thoughtful expression on her face. “I’m excited, but I can’t help feeling a bit nervous too. It will be the longest I’ve ever been away from home.”

“You’ve grown into such an incredible young woman, Kel,” Jake said, a hint of pride in his voice. “I can see the strength and resilience in you. Penelope Exeter is lucky to have you.”

As they chatted about Kelly’s expectations and hopes for the upcoming school year, Jake couldn’t help but admire the way his daughter approached life with a sense of purpose and determination. It was a marked contrast to Kyle’s approach; the boy seemed content to just let life happen to him.

Once they’d finished discussing Kelly’s new journey, her thoughts turned to the family she was leaving behind.

“Dad, I can’t help but worry about how you and Kyle will manage without me around. I mean, with Mom working so much I’ve basically been running the household, and now I’m just going off to boarding school,” Kelly confessed, a hint of concern in her voice.

Jake looked up into his daughter’s eyes, appreciating her concern for the family. “Kelly, you’ve been a tremendous help, and I’m proud of the mature, responsible young woman you’ve become. But remember, we’re a team. Your mom, Kyle, and I will manage just fine. We’ve faced challenges before, and we’ll navigate through these changes together.”

He could see from Kelly’s expression that his words had eased her concerns, replaced by a sense of trust in the resilience of their family unit.

“Dad, you’re right. We are a team,” Kelly said, a smile playing on her lips. “And I know you and Kyle will hold down the fort just fine. I’ll miss you guys, but I’m also excited for this new chapter.”

“You should be excited, Kelly. I’m going to miss you like crazy while you’re away, but I know you’ll do amazing things. And remember, we’re only a phone call away.”

“You’re the best dad, you know that?” Kelly said, the emotion obvious in her voice.

She suddenly crouched down, wrapping her father in a tight hug.

The tightness of Kelly’s embrace surprised Jake; his arms were completely immobilized at his sides. He couldn’t help but marvel at the physical strength his daughter had developed, a testament to her recent mother-daughter workouts with Klara.

Enveloped in his daughter’s unexpectedly powerful embrace, Jake couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride and love for the remarkable young woman Kelly had become.

He knew her fast-approaching departure would bring further upheaval to his life. But even as he thought about the challenges ahead, Jake found solace in the strength of their family bonds and felt grateful for the lessons of adaptability and resilience that this tumultuous summer had taught him.

Klara, heavily pregnant, navigated a delicate balance between her responsibilities at home and her role in the finalization of the Scythian acquisition. The pressure of impending parenthood and the integration of two very different cultures added to the complexity of her daily life. Despite Jake’s own struggles at work, Kelly had made it clear to her father that ensuring Klara’s comfort and preparing for the baby’s arrival were his top priorities.

One evening, as Klara sat on the couch, her baby bump more prominent than ever, Jake knelt on the floor rubbing her feet.

“Have you and Kelly decided on a name yet?” he asked, his attempt to connect tinged with a hint of longing.

He knew that his wife and daughter were actively discussing baby names, and it stung a bit that he hadn’t been included in those conversations. Ever since Kelly’s First Moon ceremony, Klara and Kelly’s bond had grown stronger as they bonded over shared experiences and conversations about womanhood. Jake and Klara still had a meaningful and intimate marriage, but it definitely wasn’t the equal partnership he’d once imagined for himself. The reality was that Kelly’s voice carried more weight than his now, a shift that had occurred naturally since her First Moon. That wasn’t unusual, of course, but Jake still found himself feeling a bit jealous of Klara and Kelly’s bond from time to time.

Klara glanced down at him, a mixture of fatigue and warmth in her eyes. “We’re still narrowing it down. We want something meaningful and fitting for our little girl. But don’t worry, we’ll let you know when we decide. In the meantime, don’t worry your handsome little head about it.”

Despite the reassurance, Jake couldn’t shake the sense of exclusion he felt.

That sense of exclusion lingered even as the excitement and nerves in the household intensified with each passing day. Kelly, having fully embraced her role as an older sister, took charge of making sure all the baby essentials were ready. She spent hours researching the best baby products, from swaddle blankets to bottles, and had even attended prenatal classes with Klara to better understand what to expect. Jake and Kyle found that the best way to support Klara was to simply follow Kelly’s orders.

In the midst of these preparations, Jake was still struggling to adapt to the changes at work. Sarah’s influence and assertiveness in the office had become increasingly evident. Senior management, including Ms. Reed and the Scythian delegation, praised Sarah for her strategic insights and leadership. Her ability to navigate the evolving corporate landscape and integrate Scythian principles into the company’s strategy earned her accolades and recognition.

During strategy meetings, Sarah confidently presented her ideas, which were met with enthusiasm and approval from both the American and Scythian contingents. Her assertiveness was seen as an asset, aligning well with the matriarchal leadership style advocated by the Scythians. Ms. Reed, in particular, publicly commended Sarah’s contributions, emphasizing the importance of embracing new perspectives and leadership styles in the changing corporate landscape.

On the other hand, Jake found himself increasingly sidelined. His suggestions were often dismissed, and sometimes he was even admonished for meddling. Nor did it help that so many of his colleagues assumed that he would be stepping down once Klara gave birth. The expectation that his domestic responsibilities would take precedence over his career was widespread within the office, and Jake had come to believe that this was why his ideas weren’t treated as worthy of consideration.

Late one Friday afternoon, Jake was summoned into Ms. Reed’s office. The meeting invitation had been titled “Transition planning”.

“Sarah and I have been looking ahead as we prepare for the next phase of the Scythian acquisition,” Ms. Reed explained. “And we’re trying to get a sense of what our personnel needs will be. I assume you’ll be taking extended paternity leave once Klara gives birth,” Ms. Reed remarked

“It’s great that you’re willing to take on that responsibility,” Sarah added, a hint of assumption in her tone.

The casual assumption about his future choices stung Jake. Determined to assert himself, he stood up from his chair, his frustration evident. Unfortunately, the dramatic move only emphasized how small he was relative to the two women looming before him.

“I haven’t made any decisions about paternity leave. Assuming things about my choices is not fair,” Jake asserted, his tone firm.

Ms. Reed exchanged a glance with Sarah, and the two women seemed momentarily taken aback. Sarah, recovering quickly, responded with a diplomatic smile that came across as a little patronizing.

“Of course, Jake. It’s just that, traditionally, these responsibilities fall on the father. But if you have different plans, we’re open to discussing them.”

Jake, feeling a mix of indignation and determination, was emphatic in his response. “I am committed to my role in this company. My family responsibilities don’t diminish that commitment. I’ll find a way forward that keeps my personal and professional goals aligned. And Kyle has already agreed to step up and share the domestic burden with me once the baby arrives.”

Ms. Reed, accustomed by this point to having Jake accept her directives without much resistance, seemed momentarily surprised by Jake’s assertiveness. After a pause, she leaned back against her desk, studying him with a newfound interest.

“Jake, we appreciate your dedication to the company, but the reality is that these expectations exist for a reason. It’s not about gender stereotypes; it’s about practicality,” Ms. Reed explained, her tone measured. “Despite your problematic… outspokenness at times, you’re a great assistant and I’d hate to lose you. But I need someone who will put my needs first. Sarah has raised concerns about your ability to juggle everything, and I think her concerns have real merit.”

Jake met her eyes unwaveringly. “I assure you both, I can manage my responsibilities effectively. Kyle and I have a plan, and I won’t let my family commitments compromise my dedication to this company.”

Sarah bent down and put her hand on his shoulder. “Calm down, Jake. There’s no reason to get so emotional. As Imani said, we appreciate your dedication, but we need to be realistic here.”

Ms. Reed leaned forward, her expression stern. “Jake, this is a crucial time for the company. We need everyone aligned and focused. Your situation, with impending fatherhood and all, could be perceived as a distraction by our Scythian counterparts. Sarah and I have been discussing your role extensively, and we believe it might be in the best interest of everyone if you consider stepping back temporarily.”

“I need some time to think about this,” Jake hedged, trying to keep the surging anxiety out of his voice. “I understand your concerns, but I don’t think you should make any rash decisions.”

Ms. Reed nodded, a semblance of understanding in her eyes. “Take the weekend. Reflect on what matters most to you, both personally and professionally. We’ll reconvene on Monday to discuss how we can move forward.”

Their suggestion weighed heavily on Jake’s shoulders over the weekend as he grappled with the unforeseen wrinkle. On Sunday morning, Jake sat at the kitchen table, nursing a cup of coffee. Klara, noticing the furrowed lines on his forehead, sat down beside him, concern etching her features.

“What’s wrong, Jake?” she asked, gently placing a hand on his back.

Jake sighed, his gaze fixed on the steam rising from his cup. “Ms. Reed and my sister are suggesting that I step back temporarily once you give birth. They think I might be too distracted to be effective as Ms. Reed’s assistant as the Scythian acquisition progresses. And they’re not sure how accepting the Scythians would be of me continuing to work with a newborn at home.”

Klara’s brows furrowed in concern as Jake shared the details of his meeting with Ms. Reed and Sarah. She listened attentively, her hand gently rubbing small circles on his back as he spoke.

“I understand their concerns, Jake,” Klara began, her voice soft yet steady. “The Scythian acquisition is a critical phase for the company, and perceptions matter. But I also know how much your job means to you.”

Jake looked up, meeting Klara’s eyes, searching for understanding. She continued, “You’ve worked so hard to get where you are, and I know I haven’t always made it easy for you. I don’t want you to feel like you have to choose between your career and your family. Maybe we can figure out a compromise that everybody can live with.”

Jake appreciated Klara’s support, her understanding touch providing a momentary respite from the weight of the decision he faced. As he continued gazing up at his wife, gratitude and hope mixed in with the turmoil already swirling around in his thoughts.

“I don’t want to compromise on either front, Klara,” Jake admitted, his voice a mixture of determination and frustration. “I know the importance of this acquisition, but I also can’t step back from my responsibilities at home. Kyle has promised to step up and share the load. I’m grateful, but I don’t want him to lose focus on school because he has to pick up the slack here.”

Klara nodded, a thoughtful expression on her face. “Maybe there’s a way to make both work without sacrificing too much. Have you thought about proposing a temporary arrangement, maybe working from home more or adjusting your schedule? We can discuss it with Imani and Sarah, find some middle ground.”

Jake considered Klara’s suggestion. “It’s worth a shot. I need my work, but I definitely don’t want to let you or the kids down either. I’ve put too much into both aspects of my life to compromise on either.”

Over the course of the rest of the day, Jake and Klara brainstormed potential compromises. Jake was determined to present a plan that addressed the company’s concerns while allowing him to maintain a significant role. The thought of stepping back entirely gnawed at him, but he understood the delicate balance he needed to strike. Klara, despite the discomfort of being so far along in her pregnancy, was his patient sounding board, offering insights and encouragement.

Monday morning arrived with a tension that mirrored Jake’s internal conflict. He had spent the weekend refining his proposal, considering the delicate balance between his professional aspirations and impending fatherhood.

When Jake opened the door to Ms. Reed’s office, his boss and his sister were standing inside awaiting his arrival. The air was charged with an unspoken understanding that the decisions made today could shape not only Jake’s future in the company but also the general tenor of the Scythian acquisition going forward.

The two women remained standing as he entered the office and towered ever more intimidatingly over him as he drew closer.

“Thank you for taking the time to consider this matter over the weekend, Jake,” Ms. Reed began, her tone businesslike.

Jake nodded, ready to articulate his proposal. “Thank you for your willingness to discuss the matter further, Ms. Reed. I understand the concerns about potential distractions during this critical phase of the acquisition. However, I firmly believe that I can continue to contribute effectively to the company while managing my family responsibilities.”

Sarah raised an eyebrow, her skepticism evident. “Jake, we’ve already discussed how your situation might be perceived by the Scythians. It’s not just about the workload; it’s about optics.”

“I understand the importance of perception,” Jake replied, looking up at his sister with resolve. “But I believe I can continue to contribute in a meaningful way without compromising the acquisition. I propose a temporary adjustment to my work hours. By cutting back to half time, I know I’d be able to accommodate both my professional commitments and family responsibilities. This way, I can maintain some involvement without compromising on the quality of my work.”

Sarah crossed her arms, a skeptical expression still etched on her face as she stared down at him. But Ms. Reed nodded thoughtfully.

“I appreciate your willingness to find a solution, Jake. If you’re willing to train the new part-time assistant that will cover the rest of the day, and if you can demonstrate that productivity will not be compromised, it might address our concerns. However, we need to establish clear expectations and ensure that this arrangement doesn’t hinder communication or collaboration.”

Jake took a moment to absorb Ms. Reed’s response. He was relieved that she seemed open to the idea of a compromise, even though Sarah’s skepticism lingered in the air. The thought of training a new assistant and adjusting to part-time hours was daunting, but it was a price he was willing to pay to keep both his professional and family life intact.

“Thank you for considering the proposal,” Jake replied, nodding appreciatively. “I’m more than willing to train someone to cover the additional hours and ensure a smooth transition. I’ll make sure there’s no drop in productivity, and I’m confident that this arrangement will benefit both the company and my family.”

Sarah, still visibly unconvinced, interjected, “Imani and I would need to agree that whoever is hired is up to the task. Preferably someone who knows his place.”

Jake took a deep breath, maintaining his composure despite the underlying tension in the room and the criticism implied by his sister’s remark. “I’m confident that I can work with whoever the two of you select, and seamlessly integrate him into the team.”

Ms. Reed and Sarah exchanged glances, a silent conversation passing between them. After a moment, Ms. Reed spoke, “Very well, Jake. We’ll consider your proposal. However, I expect you to present a detailed plan on how you will manage your responsibilities, maintain productivity, and ensure a smooth transition with the new assistant. Klara could give birth any day now, so we need to move fast. Let’s reconvene tomorrow to discuss the details.”

Jake nodded, grateful for the opportunity to prove that he could balance both his professional and family life effectively. As he left Ms. Reed’s office, the weight on his shoulders began to lift, replaced by a renewed sense of determination.

Jake worked tirelessly on his proposal, late into the night. He drafted a comprehensive plan outlining how he would divide his work hours, delegate tasks, and train the new part-time assistant. When they all met the next morning, Jake presented his plan with confidence. He highlighted his commitment to maintaining open communication and collaboration, ensuring that the team’s productivity wouldn’t be compromised.

Imani, despite her initial reservations, found herself impressed by Jake’s thorough approach. “It seems like you’ve put a lot of thought into this, Jake. If you can deliver on these promises, we might be able to make this arrangement work.”

Sarah, still skeptical, raised an eyebrow. “I hope you understand, Jake, that this is a trial period. If we see any drop in productivity or encounter issues with the new assistant, we’ll have to reassess the situation.”

Jake was determined to prove himself. “I understand, Ms. Mitty. I’m confident that this arrangement will be beneficial for everybody.”

Imani nodded, satisfied. “The admin floor is sending up a few candidates this afternoon for Sarah and I to interview. We’ll let you know once we’ve selected someone.”

The next few days were a whirlwind of activity for Jake. He juggled meetings at work, preparing for the arrival of the new part-time assistant, and ensuring that everything at home was in order for Klara’s impending delivery. The pressure was palpable, but Jake was determined to prove that he could successfully navigate both his professional and family responsibilities.

Klara, understanding the delicate situation, offered her unwavering support. She knew that Jake was facing a challenging balancing act, and her encouragement became a source of strength for him.

When Ms. Reed introduced the chosen candidate for the part-time assistant position, Mark, Jake couldn’t help but notice that he was the most attractive of the men that the admin floor had sent up for interviews. Still, Jake was determined to foster a smooth transition. He outlined the team’s dynamics, the ongoing projects, and the expectations for productivity. Despite the seemingly superficial reasons why Mark was selected, the younger man seemed receptive and eager to contribute.

Still, getting Mark up to speed took time. Klara’s due date came and went before productivity had returned to normal levels. A new date soon preoccupied the family’s thoughts: the day labor was scheduled to be induced.

But a couple days before that appointment, a sudden contraction took Klara by surprise as the family sat together in the living room watching a movie. Jake, cradled in her lap, felt her body tense all around him. The intensity of the sensation made both of them pause, and then exchange a look of excited realization.

“Looks like our little one might be eager to make an entrance,” Klara announced to the twins with a mixture of excitement and humor, trying to put everyone at ease.

Kelly leapt to her feet immediately and quickly rallied everyone. “Alright, folks, it’s go time. Kyle, grab the hospital bag. Dad, text Aunt Sarah and let her know we need a ride to the hospital. I’ll call Mom’s OBGYN and let her know that we’re on our way.”

Despite the unexpected turn of events, the nervous energy in the air was spiked with jubilant anticipation. As the family raced to complete their assigned tasks, a sense of unity prevailed that reminded them all of the strength that bound them together. Sarah made it to the house in record time, the professional tension between her and Jake forgotten as they focused on Klara’s immediate needs. The drive to the hospital was a mixture of anxious chatter and occasional glances at Klara, who handled the situation with remarkable composure.

Once at the hospital, the Tsai family congregated in the waiting area. Jake, Kyle, and Kelly exchanged glances, their shared concern etched on their faces. Sarah, trying to be a good aunt and a supportive sister, assured them that everything would be fine. After an hour or two of waiting, they were joined by Jake’s parents and his other sister Emily.

Mother and daughter had been in the middle of an intense one-on-one basketball game, which was why Kelly hadn’t been able to get a hold of either of them. Fortunately, Jake’s father was only watching from the bleachers and got his son’s text with the surprising news. In the rush to get to the hospital, nobody had changed their clothes. Emily was still wearing her white summer training jersey, while her mother was wearing workout clothes. While both women radiated muscular athleticism, Jake couldn’t help but notice how old his father was looking these days as he hobbled along with his cane.
When Jake’s mother had stopped by the house the week before, she had asked his wife about when Klara’s mother had taken a second husband. The question had caught Jake off guard at the time, as she had always been an outspoken proponent of strict monogamy when Jake was growing up. But watching his father, Jake could understand why his mother’s thoughts were trending in that direction; there was just no way his old man could be meeting all of her needs now, domestically or in the bedroom.

His mind was saved from thinking any further about his parents being intimate in that way when Kelly pointed out to Kyle that he was now taller than their paternal grandfather. And sure enough, he was – if just barely. Kyle had been experiencing a bit of a growth spurt lately, though nothing like his sister’s; Kelly was wearing her jersey from the spring Under 18 club soccer league, and after only a few months it was already too small for her.

Nor could Jake fail to notice Sarah’s newly muscular physique from across the waiting room. The Scythian women placed great emphasis on physical fitness, and Sarah had been hitting the gym with them as a way to further develop a rapport outside of the office. These days, his sister was usually wearing business attire when he saw her, so he hadn’t noticed any change. But now, wearing a green tank top and camouflage cargo pants, her biceps were as impressive as their mother’s.

As the Tsais and Mittys continued to await news about Klara’s progress, the waiting room filled with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. Each family member grappled with the tense wait in a unique way.

Jake paced back and forth, his mind swirling with thoughts of the impending arrival of his third child.

Kyle, usually the laid-back and easygoing one, found himself nervously tapping his fingers on the armrest of his chair while his dangling feet swung back and forth.

Kelly, ever the organizer, was glued to her phone. She kept checking and double-checking the details of the preparations she’d planned out with Klara.

Sarah, so decisive in the office, was surprisingly quiet, her eyes occasionally glancing at the entrance of the labor and delivery area. She seemed younger to Jake somehow, more like the kid sister he’d grown up with and less like the stern and uncompromising manager.

Emily, back in town for the summer, took care to avoid hitting her head on the doorway as made trips to get snacks and drinks from the vending machine. Less bulky than her sister and mother, she still moved with a graceful athleticism.

The grandmother-to-be kept stretching in the middle of the room, as if gearing up for an athletic competition.

Only Jake’s father seemed serenely calm as they all waited.

The rhythmic ticking of the waiting room clock seemed to echo the slow passage of time, each tick and tock a reminder of the life-altering events unfolding in the labor and delivery area beyond the double doors. As the night grew long, the Tsai family continued their vigil.

Finally, a delivery room nurse emerged from the double doors, and the whole extended family collectively held their breath.

“Congratulations! You have a healthy baby girl,” the nurse announced with a warm smile.

Relief and joy flooded the waiting room as the family members exchanged wide smiles and hugs. Jake, feeling a mix of emotions, couldn’t help but glance at Kelly, who was already shedding tears of happiness.

Sarah, abandoning her usually composed demeanor, hugged Jake so tightly that she lifted him right off of the ground

“You did great, bro. Congratulations!” she whispered, her voice filled with genuine warmth.

Jake, overwhelmed with emotion, managed a grateful smile. “Thanks, Sarah. I appreciate it.”

The family was soon allowed to visit Klara and the newborn in the postpartum recovery room. As they entered, they were greeted by the sight of Klara cradling the baby girl in her arms, a radiant smile on her face.

“These people are your family, little one,” Klara whispered, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of love and exhaustion.

Jake, Kyle, and Kelly approached the bed, their faces filled with awe as they looked at the tiny bundle in Klara’s arms. Jake’s parents and sisters followed suit, creating a circle of family around the new mother and her baby.

“What’s her name?” Emily asked, unable to contain her curiosity.

Klara exchanged a meaningful look with Kelly before answering, “Kristina.”

“Kristina,” Jake repeated, the name rolling off his tongue with a sense of wonder. “Kristina Tsai. It’s perfect.”

Kyle, standing beside his father, couldn’t help but beam with pride. “Welcome to the family, Kristina. You’re going to have the coolest older brother ever.”

Kelly, already assuming the role of the doting older sister, gently touched Kristina’s tiny fingers. “I can’t wait to teach you all the things I know, little one.”

The room was filled with a warmth that transcended the physical space, a shared moment of joy that connected each family member to this new life. Despite the challenges and uncertainties that awaited them, there was a sense of completeness in that room. Jake forgot about the challenges ahead for a moment, and allowed himself to bask in the collective joy.

When the ultrasound revealed that the baby was a girl, Kelly and Klara were absolutely ecstatic while Jake’s sense of foreboding only grew. Soon, Klara and Kelly were deep into discussions about baby names, nursery themes, and future plans for the family. Jake felt a bit like a spectator, his input neither sought nor valued.

At the office, the restructuring meant that Jake’s role had shifted, and he now found himself restricted to handling routine tasks while Sarah took over his higher level responsibilities. Meanwhile, Ms. Reed and his sister spent more and more time behind closed doors together strategizing. While he understood the necessity of the changes, and his days were certainly less stressful, it still stung a bit to see his younger sister getting opportunities that were denied to him. And he couldn’t help but notice the way she’d instantly commanded the respect of team members who had never been respectful to him.

As Jake navigated these personal and professional shifts, life continued for the twins. The eighth graders faced a significant milestone as they prepared for the Secondary Education Admissions Examination. For girls like Kelly, the exam determined how many high schools they would be invited to attend. However, for boys, it dictated whether they could proceed to high school at all. A sizable majority of the eighth grade boys would be diverted to the Male Academy track to focus instead on mastering domestic responsibilities in order to be ideal husband material.

As the examination day approached, the twins navigated a mix of anticipation and anxiety. The outcome would not only shape their educational future but also influence the opportunities and expectations awaiting them in the years to come. While Kelly was outwardly confident, her parents and brother caught glimpses of stress she was feeling. Kyle didn’t have much to say about the looming exam at all. When he was asked from time to time if he was worried about it, he just shrugged and changed the subject.

When the day of the examination arrived, the weight of societal expectations rested heavily upon the twins’ shoulders as they entered the examination hall. Their respective performances that day would not only shape their individual destinies but also highlight the stark divergence in the paths available to them based on their gender.

As Kelly took her seat among the rows of desks, her eyes focused on the exam paper in front of her. Confidence radiated from her posture, but a subtle tension lingered beneath the surface. She was one of the standouts of her year, and she knew only too well that unto whomsoever much is given, much shall be required. It wasn’t enough for her to do well. She had to ace the exam, or she would bitterly disappoint herself and the women—family, teachers, even her peers—who believed in her.

Kyle, in a separate room with much smaller desks, faced a different set of challenges. The exam carried a different significance for boys—one that could potentially redirect their educational journey completely. The bar for boys to continue to pursue academic scholarship was high. Kyle knew that his father had cleared that high bar, and expected him to do so as well. Still, Kyle maintained a calm exterior. His gaze focused on the questions, and he answered each one with the same measured approach that he used for most aspects of his life. The looming possibility of being directed to a Male Academy didn’t seem to faze him.
Afterward, Klara and Jake tried to get the twins to weigh in on how they thought they did. But despite their best efforts, Kelly and Kyle remained tight-lipped.

As the twins awaited the results of their exams over their spring break, the tension in the household reached a palpable peak. Kelly’s external confidence belied the internal pressure she felt. The outcome of the exam held immense weight, not just for her but for most of the young women in her grade. Meanwhile, Kyle’s calm and reserved demeanor left his family guessing about his true feelings and thoughts.

When the day of the results arrived, the family gathered nervously. The scores posted on the examination board website would shape the future trajectories of Kelly and Kyle.

After Klara logged into the website, she opened her daughter’s results first. As Klara read the results aloud for the family, Kelly’s eyes widened with joy and relief. She had not only passed the exam but had achieved one of the top scores in her year. She would be a shoo-in for even the most elite academies, opening doors to a future filled with academic pursuits and opportunities. Mother and daughter hugged.

Once Kelly’s achievement had been duly celebrated, Klara turned her attention back to her laptop. The atmosphere shifted as she loaded Kyle’s results. His results were not nearly as impressive as his sister’s, but he had just barely exceeded the score required for a boy to attend an academic high school. While Jake had hoped his son would have scored higher, he was still relieved.

Before Jake could reassure him, however, Kyle got a video call from Nadira. He excused himself to another room.

When Kyle came back into the living room, Jake sensed that something significant had changed for Kyle.

“That was Nadira,” he announced. “She got the third highest score in our grade. She’s on the path to greatness, just like Kelly.”

Jake couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride for Nadira and her achievements. The news, however, seemed to cast a shadow over Kyle. As the family gathered around, eager to hear Kyle’s thoughts on the results, he hesitated.

“I’m thrilled for Nadira,” Kyle finally said, and it was clear that he meant it. “She’s incredible, and she’s going to go on to do incredible things. But her and I have been talking a lot about our futures. I’ve been thinking… maybe I don’t want to go to an academic high school.”

The room fell silent as everyone processed Kyle’s unexpected statement. Klara and Kelly didn’t seem all that surprised, but Jake was appalled.

“What do you mean, Kyle?” Jake demanded, trying to keep the outrage from his voice. “Why would you throw your future away?”

Kyle took a deep breath before explaining. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. The Male Academy route isn’t a bad option. I can learn practical skills, just like Grandpa Mitty did. I don’t have to follow the same path you did, Dad.”

Jake, a mix of surprise and concern in his eyes, responded, “But Kyle, you have the potential to do well in an academic setting. Don’t you want to pursue a career like I did?”

Kyle met his father’s gaze with a calm determination. “Dad, I’ve seen the pressure you face, the long hours you put in, and how few opportunities for advancement you’ve had. I’m proud of you for being this amazing trailblazer, and I really respect what you do. But I’m not sure if that’s the life I want for myself.”

Jake struggled to find the right words, torn between understanding his son’s perspective and a deep-rooted desire for Kyle to follow in his footsteps. “Kyle, the opportunities that come with academic achievement can provide you with a different kind of life. The chance to make a real impact, to lead.”

Kyle just shook his head. “Being a leader isn’t the only way to make a real impact; you’ve taught me that. The new baby is only a handful of months away. If I go to an academic high school, you’ll have to quit your job to stay home with the baby. But if I go to a Male Academy, I’ll have the time and support to pitch in taking care of the baby so you can keep working. And I’ll be learning the skills I will need someday when I’m caring for my own children.”

Klara smiled down at her son. “It’s clear that you have put a lot of thought into this decision, Kyle. I’m inclined to respect your choice, especially given the long-term benefits you’ve highlighted.”

Kelly, too, chimed in with support for her brother’s choice. “Dad, Kyle’s right. There are many ways to contribute to society. The Male Academy could give him valuable skills, and make him a better husband for Nadira someday. And it would allow you to continue your career without sacrificing opportunities for the new baby.”

“I don’t want my son falling on his sword for me!” Jake protested. “He’s talking about throwing away an opportunity that he’ll never get back.”

Kyle maintained his calm demeanor. “Dad, it’s not about sacrificing opportunities,” he continued patiently. “It’s about choosing a path that aligns with my values and priorities. I want to be there for the family, for Nadira, and a Male Academy will provide the skills I need for that.”

Jake struggled to let go of the future he had imagined for his son. “But, Kyle, I had dreams of you achieving more, going further. I wanted you to have the opportunities I didn’t.”

Kyle took his father’s hand in his own, a gesture that held both reassurance and determination. “Dad, I appreciate all you’ve done for me, and I’m grateful for the opportunities I’ve been given. But I want to define success on my terms. And success, for me, involves me being a good son, a good brother, and eventually a good husband.”

When Klara cut in, her tone was kind but firm. “Jake, I know this might not align with the expectations you had for our son, but we have to respect Kyle’s choices and support him in pursuing a life that brings him fulfillment.”

“Would you be saying that if it was Kelly who was throwing her future away?” Jake asked bitterly.

Klara glared down at him. “I don’t appreciate your tone, little man.”

Jake, feeling overwhelmed by the unexpected turn of events, took a moment before responding. “I’m sorry, Klara, I didn’t mean to question your authority… I want the best for Kyle, and I thought the best meant following a path similar to mine. I never imagined he’d choose a Male Academy over an academic high school if the choice was available to him.”

Kelly, sensing the tension, interjected with a calm yet assertive voice. “Dad, success looks different for everyone. Kyle’s choosing a path that aligns with his values, and that’s commendable. We should support him in that choice.”

“I agree,” Klara said sharply. “And the matter is no longer open for discussion.”

As the days got longer and the flowers started to bloom, Klara’s pregnancy progressed, and the family adjusted to the reality of Kyle’s decision to attend the Male Academy. Even though Jake still didn’t agree with Kyle’s decision, he tried to accept it given Klara’s insistence that the matter was now settled. As they shared the news with family and friends, the news was met with mixed reactions. Jake’s father was thrilled of course, and promised to put in a good word for Kyle with the Hearthside admissions office. Jake’s mother, who had long championed male education, didn’t share her husband’s enthusiasm. But she did respect her daughter-in-law, and deferred to Klara’s authority with regard to her grandchildren.

Meanwhile, Klara’s baby bump had gotten a lot more noticeable. Kelly, having embraced her role as a soon-to-be big sister, was actively involved in preparing for the baby’s arrival. Nursery decorations and baby supplies started to accumulate, transforming one of the spare rooms into a space filled with anticipation and love. When Jake tried to weigh in, he was told to let the women of the family worry about it.

While trying to find his place in the midst of these changes, Jake couldn’t help but dwell on the diverging paths his children were taking and the impact it would have on the family’s future.

Back at work, Jake found himself increasingly marginalized as Sarah took on more responsibilities in the Strategy Unit. Projects he had spearheaded were now overseen by Sarah, and decisions were made by Ms. Reed and his sister without any input from him. Increasingly, he found himself on the outside looking in on core aspects of the team’s mission. Gradually he had gone from being a collaborator to a spectator.

Sarah’s newfound authority and respect among team members added to Jake’s frustration. It had quickly become clear that the women working in strategy were far more comfortable taking direction from Sarah than they ever had been from him. Despite understanding the necessity of restructuring, Jake couldn’t shake the sting of this latest career setback. He was proud of his sister’s accomplishments, but wished his own accomplishments weren’t so frequently minimized.

And from the murmurs Jake overheard in the office, it seemed that his colleagues all assumed that he would be quitting again to stay home with the new baby once Klara gave birth.

A few weeks after news of Klara’s pregnancy became public knowledge throughout the company, one of the data analysts asked whether she should include Jake when she scheduled a meeting to present her latest findings. Her supervisor just shook her head.

“What would be the point? In all likelihood, he’ll be gone by the summer.”

And as the Scythian acquisition progressed, the office culture began to shift to accommodate the Scythians’ cultural expectations. Not long after Sarah’s promotion, a delegation from Greater Scythia arrived at the company’s American offices for a series of planning meetings. The Scythian delegation, led by Princess Zoryana, comprised influential women who held key positions in government and business. Their presence brought an even greater emphasis on the importance of female leadership.

In team meetings, the Scythian women took charge, offering insights and perspectives that sometimes diverged from the usual corporate approach. They emphasized the Scythian principle of gynarchy, a matriarchal system that had contributed to their society’s stability and longevity. In one meeting where he had been asked to record the minutes, Jake made the mistake of speaking up with a suggestion.

Princess Zoryana raised an eyebrow at Jake’s suggestion. “Who is this boy who dares to speak in my presence unbidden?”

The room fell silent, and the other team members exchanged uneasy glances. Sarah, who had become accustomed to the Scythian leadership style, shot her older brother a sharp look of warning.

“My apologies, your highness!” Sarah interjected. “He’s basically just Imani’s secretary. I’ll have a discussion with him after this meeting and make sure he knows not to overstep his place in the future.”

In the aftermath of the meeting with the Scythian delegation, Sarah wasted no time in addressing Jake’s perceived transgression. As soon as the meeting room emptied, she pulled him aside for a private conversation.

“Jake, what were you thinking?” Sarah demanded, her eyes flashing with a mix of frustration and warning as she towered over him. “You can’t just speak up in front of Princess Zoryana like that. The Scythians are already uncomfortable having men in the workplace at all. I thought Imani had made it clear to you that in their presence you are not to speak unless spoken to.”

“But I used to be a key player in this team,” Jake argued.

“Things have changed,” Sarah replied, her tone unwavering. “You have to accept that. Otherwise, Imani and I will be forced to take further action, and it won’t bode well for your career.”

Jake, sensing the seriousness of the situation, took a deep breath. “I just want to be treated with the same respect as everyone else in this team. I won’t be sidelined because I’m not a woman or because I don’t conform to some foreign leadership style.”

Sarah’s expression hardened. “Let me be frank. You are an administrative assistant. The fact that you previously worked from time to time on projects outside your core responsibilities doesn’t change the fact that your role is essentially just administrative and clerical in nature. Your role is to support Imani and her team. If you can’t do that, you’ll find yourself with even fewer responsibilities. I suggest you focus on your tasks and leave the strategic decisions to those of us who know how to navigate this new landscape and have been entrusted by the company with the authority to do so.”

The conversation left Jake feeling defeated and resentful. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Sarah was not just reprimanding him for his behavior in the meeting but was also putting him in his place more generally.

Sarah had adapted quickly to the Scythian leadership style, and was thriving in the new environment. She developed a friendly rapport with Princess Zoryana and her team, and her strategic insights were valued by both the American and Scythian contingents. By contrast, Jake was expected to bite his tongue and do as he was told. With each passing day, the professional abyss between the siblings widened further.

At home, Klara’s stress over the merger and her progressing pregnancy cast a shadow over the household. Klara had a very hands on role keeping the acquisition on track and that responsibility, coupled with her advancing pregnancy, took a toll on her physical and emotional well-being. Jake did his best to alleviate Klara’s stress, rushing around most nights to satisfy her late-night cravings.

Meanwhile, the twins were facing their own set of challenges. As the Upper School Match Day loomed, Kelly and Kyle found themselves in a whirlwind of anxiety and anticipation. The schools they chose to attend in the fall would shape their future, and the weight of societal expectations added an extra layer of complexity to their decision-making.

Kelly had only applied to the Seven Sisters, the oldest and most elite high schools in the Northeast. These all-female boarding schools counted many of the most powerful and influential women in the country among their alumnae. And while her high score should mean that she’d have her pick of prestigious academic high schools, she couldn’t help but wonder if she’d been overconfident. The pressure on her to pursue a path of leadership and academic excellence was palpable.

Kyle faced a different set of expectations. While he knew that going to a male academy was the right choice for him, he still felt the lingering tension of his father’s disapproval. Meanwhile, his grandfather was insistent that Kyle follow in his footsteps and attend Hearthside Domestic Institute. What if he wasn’t offered a place there? Kyle knew his grandfather would be crushed.

When the Upper School Match Day arrived on the first day of May, Klara and Jake accompanied the twins to school. A nerve-wracking mix of anticipation and anxiety filled the air in Klara’s SUV, with each family member lost in her or his own thoughts about the life-changing decisions that lay ahead.

As they arrived at Sybil Ludington Middle School, the atmosphere buzzed with energy. Students and parents filled the auditorium, knowing that the envelopes containing their matches would be distributed shortly. While the twins sought out their classmates, Klara and Jake spotted Ms. Reed and sat next to her near the back.

The event began with speeches from school administrators, emphasizing the importance of the next stage of education. Klara stole a glance at Jake, who sat quietly, his face betraying the weight of the recent family developments and his own professional struggles.

When the time came to distribute the envelopes, a hush fell over the auditorium. Headmistress Thornton took the stage and began calling out names. Each student approached the stage, received their envelope, and returned to their seat, the fate sealed within the unopened letter. Once all of the girls had received their envelopes, the headmistress turned things over to the school’s volunteer coordinator. The coordinator, a young woman who introduced herself as Ms. Lane, read out the boys’ names.

Once all the envelopes were distributed, Headmistress Thornton returned to the stage. “Now, before you open your envelopes, I want to remind you all that the journey ahead is one of growth, challenge, and discovery. Embrace the opportunities that come your way, and remember that the choice you make now will shape your future for decades to come.”

The room was filled with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension as the students clutched their envelopes. The simultaneous tearing of paper echoed through the auditorium as each student discovered their fate. From the back, the parents tried to divine their children’s reactions by staring closely at the back of their heads. In the tense silence of the auditorium, Klara exchanged a quick, nervous glance with Jake.

The auditorium erupted into a symphony of emotions — cheers, gasps, and a few disappointed sighs. As the envelopes were opened, students learned what options were available to them for the next chapter of their lives.

Kelly, her eyes fixed on the contents of her envelope, couldn’t hide the mix of relief and excitement that swept over her face. She had been accepted into all seven of the schools she had applied to; a clean sweep of the Seven Sisters represented the pinnacle of academic achievement for young women her age. Her future seemed bright, filled with the promise of academic excellence, leadership, and a network of powerful women. The pressure she had felt leading up to this moment seemed to evaporate, replaced by a sense of accomplishment.

Kyle, on the other hand, had only been accepted by three of the eight male academies that he had applied to. Fortunately, one of the three was Hearthside Domestic Institute, by far the most esteemed and exclusive of the bunch. The good word his grandfather had put in for him must have paid off.

After the headmistress had dismissed them, the auditorium emptied as parents and students alike moved towards the school gymnasium, where booths representing various secondary schools were set up. The air buzzed with a mix of excitement, relief, and curiosity. Families clustered around booths, eager to learn more about the schools and academies that had accepted their children.

Kelly found her parents almost immediately, and Klara gave her a big hug as she shared the good news about her acceptances. Jake looked around for Kyle, but it would be much harder to spot him amidst all of the towering mothers and daughters.

Klara and Jake, beaming with pride and joy for Kelly’s accomplishments, accompanied her as she spoke with representatives from each of the Seven Sisters, engaging in conversations about the unique opportunities each school had to offer. Watching Kelly, Klara and Jake couldn’t help but marvel at their daughter’s maturity and poise. The atmosphere in the gymnasium was lively, with students and parents bustling around, gathering information about the schools and academies that had accepted them.

Meanwhile, Kyle navigated the small section set aside for male academies, in the back corner of the gymnasium. He proceeded immediately to the booth for Hearthside Domestic Institute, the academy that held a special place in his grandfather’s heart. As he approached the booth, an older woman representing HDI greeted him warmly.

The woman smiled down at him kindly after he introduced himself, a bit shyly. “Congratulations, Kyle! We’ve been looking forward to having you at Hearthside. Your grandfather speaks highly of you, and he is a valued alumni. His wife has made several generous donations to our endowment over the years.”

The woman guided him through completing his commitment papers, and then pointed to a line near the bottom of the last page. “All male students must get their mother or other female guardian to sign their commitment papers. She should sign and date here, and then you can drop it back off with me here.”

Kyle thanked her, and eagerly put on the bright yellow t-shirt she’d given him. As he headed off toward the tables for the most elite girls only schools near the front to find the rest of his family, Kyle’s thoughts momentarily drifted to the diverging paths he and his sister were embarking on. These were paths they had chosen for themselves, aligned with their differing opportunities and priorities.

He glanced up at banners on the back wall of the gym, celebrating the athletic achievements of SLMS’s various teams over the past several decades. Only two of the banners were for boys’ teams. But then again, the school fielded elite girls’ teams for eighteen sports, most of which would be physically impossible for boys to compete in. Meanwhile, the school only had four boys’ teams playing on a purely recreational basis, all stripped down versions of the more aggressive girls sports: Tee-ball instead of baseball, because the baseball bats were too long and heavy for boys to lift, and the distance from the pitcher’s mound to home plate far too great a distance for a boy to pitch the ball. Short golf instead of long golf, with the special boys’ tees two-thirds of the way down the fairway. Badminton instead of volleyball, with a net less than half as high. And rhythmic gymnastics, which as far as Kyle could tell, involved a lot of ribbon twirling, and none of the astounding athletic feats of women’s gymnastics.

Back at the front of the gym, Kelly had just signed her commitment papers for Penelope Exeter Academy, the third oldest of the Seven Sisters and the most prestigious. Klara, pregnant and hormonal, got a bit emotional at the idea of her firstborn daughter going away to a boarding school in another state. But Penelope Exeter counted three M.S. presidents among its alumnae, and Klara and Jake both knew that it represented her best chance at continuing on to an Ivy League university.

Klara, in a fit of pride, bought t-shirts for her and Jake as well as the one for Kelly. The family looked happy and united in matching maroon.

They were just about to start looking for Kyle when a familiar face caught Jake’s attention. There was his boss, Ms. Reed, accompanying her little sister Nadira as she met with representatives of the various Seven Sisters.

As Nadira spoke earnestly with the representatives from Artemis Prepatory, Ms. Reed approached and greeted the Tsais. “Klara and Jake! Good to see you here. I see your daughter’s committed to Penelope Exeter.”

She turned to Kelly. “Congratulations, young lady! I think Nadira is leaning toward them as well.”

And sure enough, Nadira’s conversation with the Artemis Prep representative must not have changed her mind. After she’d finished speaking with them, Jake watched her return to the Penelope Exeter table and signed her commitment papers.

As Nadira approached her sister and the Tsais afterward, her pride and excitement was evident.

“Congratulations, Nadira! We’re thrilled for you,” Klara said, giving her a hug.

Nadira beamed. “Thank you, Mrs. Tsai! I’m really excited about the opportunities at Penelope Exeter. They say it’s the best of the best, at least for the Northeast.”

Kelly, who was standing nearby, joined the conversation. “Hey, Nadira! Looks like we’re going to be schoolmates. How awesome is that!”

Nadira’s face brightened at the prospect. “That would be amazing, Kelly! We’ve known each other for so long, and rooming together would make the whole experience even better.”

Kelly nodded enthusiastically. “Totally! We could have movie nights, midnight snacks, and navigate the ups and downs of high school together.”

Nadira turned to her older sister, who was a Penelope Exeter alumna. “Do you think it’s possible for us to room together?”

Ms. Reed considered it for a moment. “Well, typically, room assignments are random, but I can certainly put in a good word with the administration. After all, having familiar faces around can make the transition smoother. Just remember, though, nothing is guaranteed.”

Nadira and Kelly exchanged hopeful glances, both excited about the idea of continuing their journey together at Penelope Exeter. As the parents continued to chat, the two girls decided to explore and see which other girls from their grade had committed to Penelope Exeter too.

Meanwhile, Kyle had navigated his way through the bustling gymnasium, looking for his family among the sea of people. Spotting them near the booths of the Seven Sisters, he made his way over, wearing the bright yellow t-shirt that symbolized his commitment to Hearthside Domestic Institute.

Ms. Reed spotted him first. “That’s your son, Kyle, right? It looks like got into Hearthside Domestic Institute. Impressive choice; I’m sure he’ll make a great husband someday.”

As Ms. Reed finished her comment, Jake felt a mix of emotions. On one hand, he was proud that Kyle had been accepted into Hearthside Domestic Institute, an academy with a rich history and strong values. On the other hand, the reference to Kyle becoming a “great husband” brought back a flood of conflicting feelings about societal expectations and gender roles.

Klara, normally so focused on Kelly, greeted Kyle enthusiastically as he approached. “Congratulations, son! We are so proud of you. Going to Hearthside is a wonderful decision, and I know your grandfather will be thrilled too.”

“Yeah, congrats, little bro!” Kelly added with a smile, ruffling his hair affectionately.

Nearby, their classmate Madison was celebrating with her parents after committing to Vespera Academy, the most athletically-focused of the Seven Sisters. Madison’s mother had been a state champion in wrestling, and the fierce and muscular Madison was already well on her way toward a D1 athletic scholarship in the sport herself.

Kyle waved shyly to her as he walked by with his parents, but she just looked down at him and smirked.

As the Tsais, Reeds, and Nadira made their way out of the school gymnasium, Jake couldn’t help but feel a whirlwind of emotions. The contrasting paths his children had chosen brought to the forefront the societal expectations and gender norms that seemed to permeate every aspect of their lives.

The bright maroon Penelope Exeter t-shirt Kelly was wearing seemed to encapsulate the limitless opportunities available to young women for a future filled with academic excellence, leadership opportunities, and a network of powerful friends and acquaintances.

On the other hand, Kyle’s bright yellow Hearthside Domestic Institute shirt signified a different journey—one sharply limited by society’s expectations for boys. His subsequent education would be grounded in practical skills, family values, and a commitment to domestic responsibilities. Hearthside’s focus, after all, was on preparing young men to be desirable husbands and fathers.

As they stepped outside into the fresh May air, the families exchanged congratulations and well-wishes. Kelly and Nadira committing to the same elite boarding school, linking their futures, had brought the two families even closer together.

Klara, still riding the high of Kelly’s success, chatted animatedly with her daughter in the front of the SUV about the opportunities that Penelope Exeter would offer.

Kyle and Jake, on the other hand, sat quietly in the back, strapped into their booster seats, their gazes focused on the passing scenery. The world outside seemed vast, and the road ahead felt unfamiliar and uncertain. And with the arrival of the new baby only a month or so away, father and son knew that there were plenty more changes yet to come.

On the drive home from the airport, Klara and Jake wondered how the twins had managed being home alone for so long. But entering the house, everything looked surprisingly tidy.

They found the twins in the living room, engrossed in a game of chess. Kelly looked up with a mischievous grin as their parents entered the room.

“Welcome back, Mom and Dad! I trust the negotiations went well?” she asked, making a move on the chessboard that left Kyle scowling.

Klara and Jake exchanged amused glances at Kelly’s confident demeanor. Klara leaned against the doorway, a proud smile on her face. “It seems like you’ve been holding down the fort quite well, Kelly. Did Kyle give you any trouble?”

“He tried to challenge me a couple of times, but,” Kelly smirked, flexing her biceps playfully, “let’s just say he quickly realized who’s the boss.”

While Kelly was chatting with their mother, Kyle finally made his move. But after a quick glance back down at the board, Kelly moved her queen and knocked over his king. “Checkmate!”

As Kyle begrudgingly accepted his defeat, Klara and Jake settled into the living room, eager to hear about what the twins had been up to while they were overseas.

“So, spill it, you two. What happened while we were away?” Jake asked, climbing up onto the couch.

Kelly, still reveling in her victory, began the tale. “Well, once Kyle accepted that his sister knows best in all matters, we managed just fine. Aunt Emily’s team was in town to play MSU, and Gran took us to the game. Aunt Emily sank the winning basket right at the buzzer, and we got to see it. Mrs. Ramirez from next door sent her husband over with a plate of cookies she’d had him bake for us. Oh, and we had a movie night sleepover. I invited over a dozen or so of my besties, and I gave Kyle permission to invite Nadira. It was pretty chill.”

Kyle, having recovered from his chess defeat, chimed in, “Yeah, and Kelly insisted I prepare this massive pancake breakfast the next morning. I swear, she had me use just about every ingredient in the kitchen.”

Kelly defended herself with a grin, “Hey, you might be a pipsqueak but I’m a growing girl and so were our guests! And don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it, Kyle.”

Kyle just shrugged, trying not to smile and failing. “If you say so, sis.”

As the twins bantered and laughed, Klara and Jake exchanged glances, both filled with a deep sense of gratitude for the supportive community they had built around their family.

“And how is school going?” Klara asked. “It seemed like eighth grade was off to a good a start for both of you when we left, but I know the school year had only just begun.”

“School’s been… interesting,” Kyle began, scratching his chin. “We had that science project due, you know, the one about ecosystems. Kelly insisted we make a miniature rainforest in a jar. It took forever, but it did look pretty cool in the end.”

Kelly interjected with a teasing grin, “You can thank me later when we get an A+. I have a reputation for acing projects, you know.”

Kyle rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide a smirk. “Yeah, yeah. But that’s only because all of the teachers love you.”

Kelly gave her brother a playful punch on the shoulder. “Don’t hate the player, bro, hate the game.”

“And what about you, Kelly?” Klara asked.

“In English class, we started reading ‘The Adventures of Becky Thatcher’ by Margaret Lampton. It was written way back in the 1800s, but it’s pretty funny so I think I’m going to like it. It’s about this girl whose mother is a prominent judge. They move to this town along the Mississippi River, near the border with the Wazhazhe Nation. She gets into all sort of trouble with this mischievous little orphan boy who lives with his aunt. Ms. Turner says it’s a classic for a reason.”

Kelly continued, “Oh, and in history, we’re learning about ancient civilizations. We’re doing this big project where we get to choose a civilization and do a presentation. I picked Greater Scythia because I knew that’s where you were headed.”

Kelly’s enthusiasm for her school projects and choice of Greater Scythia as her topic brought a smile to Klara’s face. “That’s an excellent choice, Kelly. Have you come to any conclusions so far?”

Kelly nodded eagerly. “I know gynarchy is controversial, but just look at how long Greater Scythia has dominated Eastern Europe. Nearly three thousand years! While empires have risen and fallen all around them. They must be doing something right.”

“Absolutely,” Klara agreed, her eyes filled with pride. “Your perspective on Greater Scythia’s resilience is insightful. It’s essential to understand different cultural systems, even those that might seem unconventional at first glance.”

“Don’t you find their male restrictions a bit… overbearing?” Jake asked.

Kelly leaned back, contemplating her father’s question. “Sure, the male restrictions might seem intense, but it’s all about maintaining stability and order. It’s not like the women are dominating for the sake of dominating.”

Klara just rolled her eyes. “Your father had been hung up on this topic for days now. Let’s move on. How about extracurriculars? Any new clubs or activities catching your interest?”

“Kelly and Nadira were both invited to join the Future Matriarchs of America!” Kyle exclaimed, eager to celebrate their success.

“That’s fantastic, Kelly!” Klara said, genuinely pleased. “I know that they’re really selective about who they invite. Getting involved in initiatives like that will not only be enriching for you but also contribute positively to the community. And you’ll make important contacts that will set you up well for future success.”

Klara and Jake spent the weekend focused on the twins. While Klara took Kelly to the spa to celebrate her acceptance into the Future Matriarchs of America, Kyle helped Jake unpack and take care of the laundry that had accumulated over the course of their trip.

When they arrived at the office on Monday morning, the returning delegation was greeted by applause from all of the assembled employees. And even as the rank and file returned to their desks, Anna lingered to convey her congratulations in person.

“You all did phenomenal work. The gears are already turning to get this acquisition underway. And I know all of the women on the Board of Directors are as thrilled as I am.”

Pulling Klara and Jake aside, she added: “Sarah really stepped up while you were away, helping me fill some of the leadership vacuum in the delegation’s absence. I always knew she was destined for a leadership role sooner or later, but now I’m definitely thinking sooner.”

The delegation’s success had boosted morale, and there was a renewed sense of purpose in the air as Klara and Jake headed to their respective offices.

Jake’s desk was just outside Ms. Reed’s office, and he could see the lights on inside even though her door was shut. After sparing a moment to ponder what might be going on in inside, he hung up his coat and logged into his computer. His inbox was overflowing with emails, and he tried not to feel overwhelmed by the tasks and responsibilities that awaited him.

Just as he was about to dive into the work, Ms. Reed emerged from her office, accompanied by his sister Sarah.

Ms. Reed, now widely recognized as a central figure in the delegation’s success, approached Jake’s desk with a confident smile. “Jake, just the person I wanted to see. Will you join us in my office? There’s a matter we need to discuss.”

In Ms. Reed’s office, the atmosphere was a mix of professionalism and anticipation. Jake, taking a seat, couldn’t help but wonder about the purpose of this unexpected meeting.

“Jake,” Ms. Reed began, her tone businesslike yet warm, “I wanted to personally acknowledge the invaluable support you provided during the Greater Scythia negotiations. Your logistical expertise and dedication played a crucial role in the success of our delegation. You’re an important part of my team, and that’s not going to change.”

“Thank you, Ms. Reed. I’m glad I could contribute to the company’s success,” Jake replied, appreciating the acknowledgment.

Ms. Reed continued, “But in light of our exciting new initiative in Greater Scythia, it’s clear that some restructuring needs to occur in order to better position us for the future.”

Ms. Reed looked at Sarah, who joined the conversation. “Jake, I’ve been given more responsibilities in your absence. I oversaw some of the internal coordination during the trip, and Imani has asked me to take on a more prominent leadership role on her team.”

“You’ve gone above and beyond as my executive assistant, Jake, and tackled assignments that are outside of your title,” Ms. Reed noted. “But as my plate gets even fuller with this acquisition, I need my executive assistant to be fully dedicated to the duties you were originally hired for. Sarah’s new role as Deputy Chief Strategy Officer for International Expansion will take those higher level assignments off of your plate and allow you to refocus on my immediate needs.”

Jake listened to Ms. Reed’s words, a mixture of surprise and realization settling over him. It sounded like Sarah would be effectively taking over his previous role as Ms. Reed’s top deputy. While the news was unexpected, Jake couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride for his sister’s achievements.

“Jake, this isn’t a demotion,” Ms. Reed reiterated. “It’s a strategic move to clarify your role, more fully utilize Sarah’s prodigious talents, and ensure that our team is aligned with the demands of our expanding initiatives. Your role will still be critical, but we’re adjusting the responsibilities to match the evolving needs of the company.”

Jake nodded, a sense of acceptance settling in. “I get it. This Greater Scythia project is unique, and there’s a lot at stake. If Ms. Mitty is better suited to lead in this context, especially considering Greater Scythia’s cultural sensitivities, I’m on board.”

Ms. Reed expressed her appreciation. “Thank you, Jake. Your adaptability and dedication are just two of the many reasons why you’re a valuable asset to my team. Now, as we move forward, I’ll be working closely with Sarah on the strategic aspects of our expansion into Greater Scythia. I’ll need your continued support to ensure our day-to-day operations run smoothly, and you’ll likely still have a role to play in supporting Sarah’s efforts.”

While Jake began to adjust to the restructuring of the strategy office over the weeks that followed, Klara found herself increasingly fatigued amidst the post-trip debriefs and acquisition strategy meetings. At first, she attributed it to the intense negotiations and the emotional roller coaster of dealing with the Empress and the drama over the complication involving Code of Tomyris. But as the weariness persisted, she began to entertain a different possibility.

One morning, as Klara was getting ready for work, a sudden wave of nausea hit her. She was reminded of the morning sickness she’d experienced during her first trimester with the twins. As the days went by, the persistent queasiness in the morning persisted along with an unusual sensitivity to certain smells.

After a particularly strong bout of nausea one morning, Klara sat on the edge of the bed, deep in thought. She realized that her period was late, a fact she had attributed to the stress surrounding the pending acquisition. However, she could no longer dismiss the fact that she might be pregnant.

Klara slipped out of the office on her lunch break, and discreetly purchased a pregnancy test from a nearby pharmacy. The anticipation and nerves lingered throughout the workday, as her thoughts kept drifting to the test in her briefcase.

By the time she got home and held the pregnancy test in her hands in the master bath, she found herself surprisingly anxious.

Later that evening, in the privacy of the bathroom, Klara waited for the test results. The seconds felt like an eternity, and when she finally looked down, the positive result confirmed her suspicion.

She stared at the small plastic stick in her hands, a mix of emotions flooding over her. Joy, surprise, and a hint of apprehension. A new life was growing within her, and it marked the beginning of another chapter for her and her family.

That evening, as the family gathered for a quiet dinner, Klara’s gaze lingered on the faces of her husband and children. There was a warmth in her chest, a subtle realization that something had shifted. The children chatted excitedly about their week, and Jake, seemingly attuned to Klara’s mood, shot her a concerned glance. She shook her head subtly, as if to say: Later.

After dinner, as Jake stood atop his step stool washing dishes in the kitchen, Klara approached him with some measure of hesitation.

“Everything okay, Klara?” he asked gently, glancing up at her.

There was a moment of hesitation before she spoke. “Jake, I think… I think I might be pregnant.”

Jake’s hands paused in their dish washing duties, and he turned to look at Klara with a mixture of surprise and concern. The water droplets on his hands glistened under the kitchen lights, reflecting the uncertainty in his eyes.

“Pregnant?” he repeated, his voice a mix of emotions.

Klara nodded, her eyes searching Jake’s face for a reaction. “Yes, I took a test today, and it was positive. I wanted to talk to you about it before we share the news with the kids.”

Klara held out the pregnancy test, and Jake set the dish he was holding down and dried his hands on a towel so he could examine it. Once he’d reached the same conclusion that Klara had, he looked up at his wife with a thoughtful expression. “Wow. I mean, that’s… unexpected. How are you feeling about it?”

Klara sighed, her gaze distant. “Honestly, I’m not sure. It wasn’t exactly planned, and with everything happening at work, I didn’t anticipate this. But at the same time, there’s a certain joy in the idea of expanding our family.”

Jake, still processing the news, ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, joy, of course. But, Klara, you know what this could mean, right? Another child, especially now, with the company’s recent expansion and your pivotal role in it, it’s… it’s a lot.”

Klara nodded, understanding the reasoning underlying Jake’s concern. “I know, Jake. It’s a major decision, and I haven’t fully wrapped my head around it. But I also don’t want to let the fear of the unknown overshadow the joy and potential this new life brings.”

Jake looked increasingly anxious perched on his step stool, a furrow in his brow. “It’s just, we’ve worked so hard to get to where we are. The kids are growing, and our careers… you’re on the verge of something big, Klara, and I’ve fought so hard to get where I am. Another child, it would change things.”

Klara watched Jake with a mix of understanding and empathy. She knew his concerns were well-founded, and the timing was undoubtedly challenging. The weight of their responsibilities at work and the delicate balance they had achieved as a family were crucial considerations.

“I get it, Jake. I do. And your concerns are completely valid,” Klara said, reaching out to touch his arm. “We’ve worked hard to build this life, and I wouldn’t want to jeopardize it. But at the same time, life has a way of throwing unexpected joys our way amidst the challenges. I would hate to close the door on a beautiful and amazing future out of fear.”

Jake nodded, appreciating Klara’s point. “Let’s take some time to think about it. We can discuss it more thoroughly after the kids go to bed.”

“Okay, but I’m going to bring Kelly into the decision-making process tomorrow. She’s a woman now, and mature enough to understand. Her opinion carries at least as much weight as yours does.”

“Kelly? I mean, I don’t disagree that she’s more mature now, but isn’t this a decision for us to make as parents?” Jake questioned, a hint of concern in his voice.

Klara met Jake’s gaze with a determined look. “Jake, we’re not just making this decision as parents. We’re making this decision as a family. And at the First Moon ceremony, you accepted that Kelly is now a leader of this family. “

After school the next day, Klara and Jake sat down with Kelly to share the unexpected news and discuss its potential impact on their lives.

“Mom, Dad, this is incredible! A little sister? That’s like, the best news ever!” Kelly exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Or a little brother,” Jake reminded her. “I’m happy you’re so excited, Kel, but we also need to consider the bigger picture. The company your mom and I work for is expanding, and your mom is taking on more responsibilities. Another child could change a lot of things for us.”

Kelly nodded, understanding the weight of Jake’s concerns. “I get that, Dad, I really do. But think about it—I’m a woman now, and Kyle’s helping out a lot more around the house. We can totally help take care of the baby.”

Klara couldn’t help but smile at Kelly’s enthusiasm. “Your excitement is infectious, Kelly. But we also need to consider the challenges, especially when it comes to your father and I managing our work responsibilities.”

Kelly raised an eyebrow, her tone playful. “Come on, Mom. You’re like the Wonder Woman of the business world. A baby won’t change that. And Dad, baby or no baby, you’re not exactly flying up the corporate ladder. Nadira’s sister can get somebody else to answer her phone and manage her calendar.”

Klara chuckled at Kelly’s playful jab at her father’s career, and turned to Jake with a teasing smile. “Kelly has a point, Jake. We’re a strong team, and we’ve navigated challenging situations together. I’m sure we can handle this one too.”

But even as the three of them debated the matter, none of them could have known that Kyle would soon make a major decision that would shape all of their lives for many years to come.

At work, Klara and Jake were both thriving. The board of directors were thrilled with Klara’s performance as Chief Operating Officer, and kept offering her raises and retention bonuses to keep her happy in the job. Her and Anna led an executive team that was well-respected both within the company and within the wider industry. And with Imani Reed’s latest promotion to Chief Strategy Officer, Jake’s duties as Ms. Reed’s top lieutenant had expanded; in fact, he had been one of the driving forces behind a major project that promised both growth and stability for the company.

Meanwhile, Kelly and Kyle were flourishing during their eighth grade year. Kelly was the most popular girl in their entire school, admired by students and faculty alike. And Kyle’s friendship with Nadira had expanded his world, as her growing independence introduced them both to experiences that broadened their perspectives and forged an even stronger bond between them.

Amidst this backdrop of domestic and professional success, a new opportunity arose toward the end of the summer that would challenge the Tsai family in new ways. Klara, in her role as COO, was selected to lead a crucial delegation to Neapolis, the capital of Greater Scythia, the dominant power in Eastern Europe. The delegation aimed to complete the acquisition of a Scythian competitor, which would provide the company a new foothold in the European market. The majority of the company’s executives would be involved, including Jake’s boss Imani.

As the departure date neared, the Tsai household buzzed with both excitement and a touch of apprehension. Klara, organizing her affairs meticulously, juggled the responsibilities of a corporate leader, wife, and mother. She gathered her family for a meeting in their living room, her and Kelly looming over Jake and Kyle.

“The next few weeks will be a significant challenge for all of us,” Klara began, her tone a blend of authority and warmth. “While I’m leading the delegation to Neapolis, I will be relying on each of you in different ways.”

Kelly, now fully accustomed to her role as a young woman and joint head of the household, nodded in understanding. “Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll have everything under control here at home. I’ll make sure things run smoothly.”

Klara smiled, a mix of maternal pride and gratitude. “I know I can rely on you, Kelly.”

Klara’s gaze shifted to Kyle, her expression transitioning into a more authoritative tone. “Kyle, you will need to understand that Kelly is in charge in my absence. You must respect her decisions and cooperate fully. This is not a time for disagreements or resistance. Your sister will be responsible for maintaining the order and making decisions for the household.”

Kyle, looking slightly uneasy, nodded in response. “Sure, Mom. I’ll do my best to help Kelly out.”

Klara’s tone became firmer as she emphasized the gravity of the situation. “It’s not just about helping, Kyle. It’s about respecting Kelly’s authority. Follow her lead, and ensure that you don’t create any unnecessary challenges.”

Kyle nodded soberly. “I hear you loud and clear, Mom. Kelly’s the boss.”

With a reassuring smile, Klara continued, “And Jake,” she turned to her husband, “your support means the world to me. While we’re abroad I’ll need you not just as my husband but also as Imani’s trusted assistant during these negotiations. It’s going to be a difficult balancing act, especially because Greater Scythia has been a strict gynarchy for centuries, and they’re not used to seeing men in the professional sphere.”

Jake tried to ignore the tug of unease in his gut, and nodded with a confidence that he did not feel.

When the day of departure arrived, Klara and Jake hugged the twins goodbye before heading to the airport. Upon arrival, Klara pulled up to the valet desk and tossed the young woman standing there her keys. When Jake questioned her about it, she just laughed.

“With the money I’m making now, the days of parking in the Economy lot are behind us for good.”
Once they’d checked their bags and gone through security, they headed to the gate printed on their boarding passes. A number of their colleagues were already there, including Imani Reed and Lisa Lerman, who had recently been promoted to Chief People Officer. They were soon joined by Victoria Waters, who was now the Senior Vice President for Business Development, and her executive assistant Gary Rawls, the only other man besides Jake included in the delegation.

The flight to Neapolis departed on time, and was largely uneventful. While the executives all had seats in first class, Jake and Gary didn’t mind flying economy; the seats would be considered small and cramped by the standards of most women, but they were plenty spacious for the much smaller men.

The delegation encountered their first hurdle shortly after disembarking from the plane – the Customs process. Neapolis had strict entry procedures, and the presence of Jake and Gary added another layer of complexity.

The customs officers, clad in traditional Scythian attire, eyed the male members of the delegation with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. The two men could feel the weight of their gaze.

Klara, sensing the tension, approached the customs counter with a confident demeanor.

“Greetings,” Klara said in fluent Scythian, acknowledging the customs officers with a nod. “We are here on business delegation at the personal invitation of the Empress herself, long may she reign.”

The customs officers, while maintaining a stoic exterior, exchanged glances. It was evident that the sight of men in even such low-ranking corporate roles was a rarity in Greater Scythia. One of the officers, a tall and imposing woman with a no-nonsense expression, spoke in Scythian to Klara.

After a moment, Klara gestured for Jake to approach. As he drew close, she whispered in his ear in English.

“They’re curious about your role in the delegation, Jake. To make it easier, I just told them you’re my husband. They’re more used to a man traveling as a woman’s dependent. Play down your position, and tell them you are just here to support me.”

Ms. Waters had a tougher time with Gary. With the customs officers unyielding, she dug frantically through her carry-on bag, looking for the special dispensation that had been authorized with the royal seal. Finally, she found it near the bottom of her bag and handed it over to the taller of the two Scythian women.

“This letter contains the Empress’s invitation and outlines the purpose of my assistant’s inclusion on this trip.”

The customs officer inspected the document closely, her eyes narrowing as she read its contents. After a tense moment, she nodded, acknowledging the authenticity of the document. “You may proceed. But know that Greater Scythia does not bend its rules for anyone. Your delegation will be closely monitored during your stay, and the men you’ve brought with you had better know their place.”

The delegation, having cleared customs, made their way through the bustling Neapolis airport, retrieved their luggage, and headed outside to a row of sleek, black executive cars awaiting them. Klara, in the lead, ensured everyone was accounted for before they embarked on the journey to their hotel.

The cityscape unfolded before them as they traversed the wide, impeccably maintained avenues of Neapolis. Tall, ornate buildings adorned with intricate carvings and golden embellishments towered over the streets, a testament to the wealth and power of Greater Scythia. The streets were bustling with people, the majority of whom were women in vibrant dresses exuding an air of confidence and authority. The few men they saw wore dull, modest clothing and kubankas that kept of all of their hair covered.

As they approached the hotel, the Imperial Palace loomed in the background, a majestic structure that seemed to reach up toward the sky. The delegation’s accommodations were equally impressive—a luxurious five-star hotel that catered to the elite visitors of Greater Scythia. The lobby was adorned with marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and a concierge desk attended by impeccably dressed women.

Klara checked in last, as she wanted to be available in case any of her colleagues ran into issues. Jake, still adjusting to the cultural nuances of Greater Scythia, observed the interactions around him. The hotel staff, all women, moved with grace and efficiency, attending to the needs of the delegation with an air of quiet confidence. They ignored Jake and Gary entirely, as if they weren’t even there.

Once Ms. Reed got her room key, she approached Jake and Klara. “Let’s meet up after the welcome dinner tonight, Jake. There are a few things I’d like to go over with you.”

“You’d better come to my suite and retrieve him,” Klara advised her. “It’s a crime for a man to be unaccompanied outside of the home in Greater Scythia. Anna insisted I book the Penthouse Suite; for our delegation to be taken seriously, the Scythians need to know that the company takes me seriously.”

In the opulent Penthouse Suite of the luxurious Neapolis hotel, Klara focused on preparing herself for the welcome dinner while Jake unpacked. Every once in a while, one of them would pause what they were doing to take in the breathtaking view of the city through the floor-to-ceiling windows of their grand and ornate temporary residence.

Imani Reed, the formidable Chief Strategy Officer, knocked on their door shortly before the cars that would bring them to the palace were scheduled to arrive. She admired the tasteful decor, her eyes scanning the room before settling on Klara.

“Anna wanted you to make a statement,” she observed. “And these accommodations certainly do that.”

Klara shrugged. “This suite is almost embarrassingly over the top, but Anna’s right as usual. Perception matters, especially here.”

Imani chuckled, “We’ll need every advantage we can find. The negotiations with the Scythians won’t be a walk in the park. Their business culture is… unique.”

Klara chimed in, “Jake, remember what I told you. Don’t leave the suite while we’re gone. In this society, men have fewer liberties than back home. It’s crucial that you play your part and support Imani and I without drawing unnecessary attention.”

Jake, while feeling a bit uneasy about the gender dynamics at play, nodded in understanding. “I’ll do my best to navigate the cultural nuances.”

Klara nodded and gave him an affectionate pat on the head. “Good boy!”

Her husband having fallen in line, Klara turned her attention to Ms Reed. “We’d better head out for the welcome dinner, Imani. It’s the first opportunity for us to make a good impression.”

As Klara and Imani left the opulent Penthouse Suite for the welcome dinner, Jake couldn’t help but feel a mixture of awe and trepidation. The grandeur of the suite, the imposing surroundings of Greater Scythia, and the weight of his responsibilities as both a husband and an assistant hung in the air.

Alone in the luxurious room, Jake took a moment to collect his thoughts. He gazed out of the window for another look at the sprawling city below, as the August sun began to set. The view was both enchanting and intimidating, mirroring the duality of his emotions.

His mind wandered to Klara, leading the delegation through the intricate political and business landscape of Greater Scythia. He couldn’t help but marvel at her confidence and poise, wondering how she managed to seamlessly balance everything that was expected of her.

Klara didn’t return to the opulent Penthouse Suite until late in the evening, and she was practically giddy when she walked through the door.

“Jake, I can’t say enough good things about our Scythian hosts! The welcome dinner was a masterpiece of elegance and sophistication. The Empress herself made an appearance, and I had the chance to exchange a few words with her. She’s an impressive woman, and I really admire her decisive leadership style. It’s clear that they value what we bring to the table, and the potential acquisition is looking more promising than ever.”

Jake, still processing the intricacies of Scythian culture, couldn’t help but express his concerns. “I’m glad the dinner went well, Klara, but I can’t ignore the fact that this society seems to have some pretty oppressive policies, especially when it comes to men. It’s hard to reconcile their business charm with what seems like a significant gender disparity.”

Klara’s expression shifted from joy to irritation. She sighed, clearly exasperated by Jake’s focus on gender dynamics.

“Jake, we’re here for business. Yes, their societal norms may be different from what we’re used to, but that doesn’t mean we should impose our values on them. Greater Scythia has thrived for centuries with their system, and it’s not our place to judge. We need to respect their way of doing things if we want this acquisition to succeed.”

Klara fixed Jake with a stern gaze, her eyes narrowing slightly. She marched over to him, her significant height advantage more obvious with each step.

“Jake, it’s crucial that you understand the delicate nature of our position here. We’re guests in Greater Scythia, and that means we play by their rules. I won’t tolerate any challenges to their customs, especially from my own husband. This acquisition is an opportunity for our company, and I won’t let anything jeopardize it.”

Jake, feeling the weight of Klara’s authoritative presence, nodded reluctantly. “I get it, Klara. I just need some time to adjust to this… different way of doing things.”

Klara, not satisfied with his response, decided to make her point more emphatically. With a swift motion, she reached out and placed her hands firmly on Jake’s shoulders, using her immense size and strength to assert control.

“Not good enough, Jake. We’re in the midst of delicate negotiations, and any sign of dissent or discomfort could have consequences. I need your full and immediate support. For the remainder of this trip, what I saw goes. Period.”

She squeezed his shoulders for emphasis, her grip firm and unyielding. Jake, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the sudden display of dominance, nodded again. Though he knew she was only using a tiny fraction of her strength, her grip was still painful.

Fortunately for Jake, a knock on the door interrupted their disagreement.

“You’d better answer that,” Klara ordered, an angry undercurrent still evident in her voice.

Jake opened the door to find Imani Reed standing there, her usual air of composed authority radiating from her. She gave Jake a nod, acknowledging his presence, and then turned her attention to Klara.

“Klara, I need borrow Jake for an hour or so to go over a few more details for my part of tomorrow’s negotiations. I want to make sure there’s nothing I’m overlooking.”

“Of course, Imani!” Klara replied, and there was no trace of the anger from only moments before left in her voice. “Just make sure he behaves himself.”

When Ms. Reed turned her back, Klara shot Jake a look of warning before he left, a sharp reminder to adhere to this society’s cultural expectations. He found himself rubbing his shoulders gingerly, remembering the intense confrontation only moments earlier.

Ms. Reed led him to a discreet door at the back of the hotel. Outside, the streets were bathed in a soft glow from the streetlights, casting a warm ambience upon the city. The late August air was a gentle caress, still carrying the residual warmth of the day. Jake had to race to keep up with his boss, whose brisk, long strides echoed on the cobbled streets as she made her way towards Neapolis’s entertainment district, guided by the distant murmur of lively conversations and soft melodies.

The city around them was a mosaic of architectural styles. Ancient structures with domed roofs stood shoulder to shoulder with sleek, modern buildings, showcasing the gynarchy’s commitment to preserving the rich history of the region while embracing progress. Neapolis was the physical embodiment of this empire where the voices of women dominated every aspect of society.

As they approached a particularly lively square, Ms. Reed and Jake were approached by a teenage Scythian girl. Her eyes were fixed on Jake, and she frowned down at him with intense disapproval. She was dressed in traditional Scythian attire, her clothing vibrant and richly adorned.

She shouted at him, but the Scythian language might as well have been gibberish to him.

Ms. Reed, maintaining her composed demeanor, turned to the girl with a polite nod. “I’m so sorry, we’re visiting from the Matriarchal States and I’m afraid we aren’t very fluent in Scythian.”

The girl’s obvious displeasure deepened, and her gaze remained fixed on Jake.

“Why is your little manservant in public looking so immodest?” she demanded in heavily accented English, her tone sharp and direct.

Ms. Reed, maintaining her calm demeanor, responded to the girl’s accusation. “I apologize for any offense. We are still learning about the customs here. Could you please help us understand what is expected? We want to show respect for your traditions.”

“He is exposing himself! Why is he exposing himself? Such flagrant insolence as your boy here is displaying merits severe punishment.”

Jake felt a chill run down his spine at the teenage Scythian girl’s threatening assertion.

Jake could see the growing concern underneath his boss’s composed demeanor. She locked eyes with him, her expression questioning. “Jake, what is she talking about? Are you supposed to be wearing something you’re not?”

Jake, feeling a mix of confusion and fear, stammered, “I—I’m not sure, Ms. Reed. I think Klara mentioned something about wearing a… kubanka, was it?”

The Scythian girl, now visibly frustrated by the lack of immediate compliance, shoved Jake angrily. His eyes watered as he hit the ground, hard.

Ms. Reed, determined to defuse the tension, positioned herself between Jake and the girl and spoke in a measured tone, “I assure you, it was not his intention to disrespect your customs. But in our culture, it’s not customary for men to wear kubankas. We just flew in today on business, and in our jetlagged state he just forgot.. Please, let us know how we can rectify this.”

The teenage girl, still agitated, looked around the square and then pointed towards a nearby vendor selling traditional Scythian garments. “You buy kubanka for him. Right now. He must wear. It is our way. Otherwise, I teach him lesson.”

Jake swallowed hard as the girl, not much older than his daughter Kelly, cracked her knuckles menacingly.

Not wanting the situation to escalate further, Ms. Reed quickly approached the vendor, exchanging a few hasty words in Scythian before procuring a kubanka. It was a simple, unadorned one, with fluffy white sheep’s fur around the sides and simple cotton fabric on top that matched the color of Jake’s suit. She handed it to him, a look of stern expectation in her eyes.

“Put it on, Jake. We don’t want any more trouble,” she urged.

Jake, still smarting from the encounter, reluctantly placed the kubanka on his head, adjusting it as best he could. The teenager watched, satisfaction evident in her expression as he complied.

“Keep better control of your boy,” she advised Ms. Reed.

As the girl walked away from them, Jake her mutter, “Ignorant Americans, with their uppity men.”

Despite the discomfort of the kubanka on his head, Jake couldn’t shake off the embarrassment and frustration from the altercation with the Scythian girl. As they continued on toward their destination, he kept adjusting the unfamiliar headgear, acutely aware of the stares from passersby.

Ms. Reed, sensing Jake’s agitation, spoke up in a tone that bordered on impatience, “Jake, seriously, it’s just a piece of clothing. You need to get over it. We’re here for business, and these cultural differences are something we have to navigate. Complaining about it won’t help.”

Jake, feeling a bit defensive, responded, “I get that, Ms. Reed, but being shoved to the ground and treated like I did something wrong just for not wearing a hat is a bit much, don’t you think?”

Ms. Reed stopped in her tracks, turning to face Jake with a raised eyebrow. “A bit much? Jake, you need to understand that we’re guests in a country with very different customs. What might seem insignificant to you can be a big deal here. The kubanka is obviously an important symbol in Scythian culture. You need to show some cultural sensitivity and stop being such a baby about it.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” Jake pouted. “This entire society is set up for your benefit.”

In response, Ms. Reed just rolled her eyes. “Do I need to take you back to the hotel, or can I count on you to act like an adult and do your job?”

Despite the lingering discomfort from the encounter in the square, Jake took a deep breath and nodded. “I’m sorry, Ms. Reed. You’re right. Let’s focus back on the business at hand.”

Ms. Reed nodded, and continued toward their destination. Eventually they came to a tavern with a funky vintage appeal. Ms. Reed opened the door and ushered Jake inside.

The tavern was alive with a lively hum of conversation and the melodic strains of a local band playing traditional Scythian music. The air was thick with the rich aroma of fried onions, and the warm glow of lanterns cast a cozy ambiance over the patrons.

Imani Reed led Jake to a corner table booth where Jake could get a good look at the rest of the patrons. Jake couldn’t help but notice that he was the only man in the entire establishment. The Scythian women at nearby tables cast curious glances in his direction, their eyes lingering on the kubanka atop his head.

The barmaid, perceptive to the unspoken dynamics, addressed Ms. Reed when she approached. “It’s not often we have men in our midst, especially in places like these. Especially one who wears his kubanka so awkwardly.”

Cognizant of the fact that Jake hadn’t yet had dinner, Ms. Reed ordered him something called a cheburek. But she was still full from the welcome feast, and only ordered a beer for herself.

As Ms. Reed and Jake delved into their work, the ambiance of the tavern surrounded them. The low hum of conversations, the occasional burst of laughter, and the music created a comfortable backdrop for their informal meeting.

Ms. Reed pulled out her tablet, and they began reviewing the intricacies of the upcoming negotiations. The tablet’s glow illuminated their faces in the dimly lit corner booth, drawing the occasional curious glance from the Scythian women nearby.

As they went over the details, a group of Scythian women at a nearby table couldn’t help but steal glances at Jake. They spoke in hushed tones, casting covert smiles in his direction. After they’d settled their bill and the large group began to head out, a young girl and a middle-aged woman with a regal air broke away from the pack and approached the corner booth.

“Excuse me,” the young girl said in heavily accented English. “Is he really working?”

Imani Reed, trying not to smile, nodded. “Yes, young lady. He’s my assistant, and we have business matters to attend to.”

The woman’s eyes widened with fascination. “A male assistant? That’s… unusual. I’ve lived my whole life in Greater Scythia, and I’ve never seen the likes of it before!”

“I have, grandmother!” the young girl exclaimed. “Remember when Mother took my sisters and I on vacation to Toronto?”

The woman looked skeptical. “I don’t know, Elzara. Sounds awfully unnatural to me.”

Jake, aware of the attention he was drawing, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Ms. Reed addressed the curious pair quietly and congenially.

“It’s not common, I’ll admit, but times are changing. And our company has made a real effort in recent years to increase diversity in our workforce. Jake here is a valuable member of our team, and we appreciate his contributions.”

The young girl, Elzara, continued to eye Jake with curiosity. “Does he have special skills?”

Ms. Reed chuckled. “Yes, he does. Jake here is very good at what he does. I’ve really come to rely on him.”

Elzara’s grandmother looked at Jake with a mix of skepticism and intrigue. “Well, I never thought I’d live to see the day when a man is earning a salary. In Greater Scythia, a man’s place is in the home, and his thoughts ought seldom to emerge from it. It’s a philosophy that has served us well for centuries.”

Imani Reed, choosing her words carefully, responded, “Every society has its own norms and values. In our culture, we believe in hiring the best person for the job. Sometimes, for certain roles, that person might be a man.”

Elzara, still peering at Jake with a mixture of fascination and skepticism, leaned in closer and said, “You know, my family always says that men are like children. They need someone to take care of them, to guide them. But you seem different. I bet you can even read!”

Despite the initial surprise at Elzara’s remark, Jake managed a good-natured smile. “Yes, I can read, and a whole lot more in fact!”

Elzara and her grandmother looked shocked.

Ms. Reed, sensing the late hour, interjected, “We appreciate your curiosity, but we’re actually in the midst of preparing for some crucial negotiations. If you’ll excuse us, we really need to get back to our work.”

Elzara’s grandmother nodded. “Of course, we didn’t mean to interrupt your important discussions. It was just… interesting to see a man at work.”

“It was nice meeting you both,” Elzara added, a friendly smile on her face. “Good luck with your work, Jake!”

As the night progressed, Jake couldn’t shake the feeling of being a cultural oddity. The interactions in the square and now in the tavern highlighted the stark differences between Greater Scythia and the Matriarchal States. The Scythian women’s fascination with his role as a male assistant served as a reminder of the unconventional nature of their delegation.

The following day, the delegation dove headfirst into the intricacies of the negotiations. Klara, Imani, and the rest of the executives engaged in a series of meetings with their Scythian counterparts, each interaction carefully choreographed to navigate the delicate balance between cultural differences and business objectives. And Jake and Gary in turn darted around, making sure that the women had everything they needed precisely when they needed it.

Jake, now well-acquainted with the kubanka atop his head, carried out his role diligently. He remained in the background, alternating between providing support to Imani and serving as arm candy for Klara. The gender dynamics, though constantly present, became a secondary concern in the face of the complex business discussions.

The Scythian executives, all women, seemed to fluctuate between curiosity and wariness when interacting with Jake. Some were openly fascinated by the idea of a male assistant, while others maintained a more traditional, imperious demeanor. Regardless, Jake navigated the social landscape with the poise of someone aware of the expectations placed upon him. He took care to never speak to any of the Scythian women unless he was spoken to first.

Amidst the business discussions and social engagements, Jake slowly became less uncomfortable with the role he had to play in this foreign setting. He became accustomed to the stares and occasional comments, and learned to not take the ignorant sexism too personally.

One evening, after a particularly intense day of negotiations, Klara gathered the whole delegation together in the Penthouse suite.

“We’ve made great progress, everybody!” Klara announced boisterously, trying to compensate for the growing exhaustion felt by everyone. “And I think we’re pretty close to getting them to sign on the dotted line. There’s only one major stumbling block left.”

“The Code of Tomyris?” Ms. Waters asked.

Klara nodded. “Exactly right, Tori. Reading between the lines, the Empress is supportive of the deal and wants to see it happen. But the Code of Tomyris is the foundational legal framework for Greater Scythia, and the Empress is worried that the hardliners within her court will use Provision 126, which limits trade outside the Empire, to spread rumors that she is allowing the code to be violated.”

“While the rest of us continue the negotiations, I’m going to task Imani and Jake with finding a loophole that will solve the Empress’s dilemma,” Klara explained.

Turning to Ms. Reed and Jake, Klara continued, “This is a delicate matter, and I trust both of you to handle it with tact. The success of the deal depends on finding a way to demonstrate our commitment to respecting their laws and customs while maintaining our own values and prioritizing the strategic needs of the company.”

Ms. Reed and Jake pulled an all-nighter, and then kept working well into the next day. Eventually, shortly before lunchtime, Jake leapt up, a sense of triumph evident on his face. “I think I’ve found something, Ms. Reed! Provision 126 does limit trade, but Provision 170 allows for exceptions when necessary to promote the strategic interests of Greater Scythia. If the Empress can be convinced that our deal falls under this exception, we might have a chance.”

Ms. Reed, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten, leaned over to scrutinize the relevant passage. A spark of excitement lit up her eyes. “Jake, this could work! It aligns with our overall strategy, and it’s nuanced enough to be defensible. The delegation is meeting with the Empress and her council this evening to seek royal assent, so we’ll have to move fast.”

Then Ms. Reed was struck with another flash of inspiration. “Remember Elzara and her grandmother from that tavern on the night we arrived? They would be perfect eyewitnesses to testify that our acquisition aligns with the strategic interests of Greater Scythia. Their presence during the negotiations can demonstrate that our deal promotes cultural exchange and economic collaboration, justifying an exception under Provision 170.”

Jake, though somewhat surprised by the suggestion, quickly grasped the potential. “You mean we should bring them to the meeting with the Empress and her council? Use their testimonies to strengthen our case?”

Ms. Reed nodded. “Exactly. Their testimony can provide a personal touch to our argument, emphasizing the positive impact our collaboration will have on Greater Scythia. It’s a strategic move, Jake, and one that could tip the scales in our favor.”

With a sense of urgency, Ms. Reed had Jake track down Elzara and her grandmother, while she revised the petition for royal assent to reflect their new strategy.

Fortunately, when he called the tavern, it turned out the Elzara and her grandmother were regulars. Once he’d overcome the hostess’s suspicion toward “such a nosy little man” he was able to get an address from her.

By that point, Ms. Reed had finished revising the petition and had sent it to the rest of the delegation for review and approval. They two of them departed the hotel without delay.

Ms. Reed quickly flagged down a taxi, and made clear to the driver the urgency of their mission. As the taxi zigged and zagged through the bustling streets of Neapolis, the city’s vibrant energy became a backdrop to their determined journey.

As they arrived at the address provided by the tavern hostess, they found themselves in a residential area adorned with ornate buildings. The address led them to a grand, historic structure, and Ms. Reed exchanged a glance with Jake before knocking on the imposing door.

The door creaked open slowly, revealing a woman of regal demeanor – Elzara’s grandmother. She eyed them with a mixture of surprise and suspicion.

“Good day, ma’am,” Ms. Reed greeted Elzara’s grandmother with a respectful nod. “I hope we’re not intruding. We met you and your granddaughter the other night, and we were hoping to speak with you about providing assistance on an important matter.”

Elzara’s grandmother, still wary, responded, “What matter could two foreigners possibly need my assistance with?”

Ms. Reed explained the situation, detailing the negotiations, the concerns with regard to the Code of Tomyris, and the pivotal role their testimony could play in securing the Empress’s approval for the deal. She emphasized the potential benefits for Greater Scythia and how their involvement would showcase cultural exchange and economic collaboration.

Elzara’s grandmother listened intently, her initial skepticism gradually giving way to thoughtful consideration. “So, you want us to speak before the Empress and her council, vouching for the positive impact of your business deal?”

Ms. Reed nodded. “Exactly. Your firsthand experience as witnesses to our interactions will add a personal touch, demonstrating the sincerity of our intentions and the potential for mutual benefit.”

Elzara’s grandmother crossed her arms, still contemplating. “And what’s in it for us? Why should we involve ourselves in the affairs of your company and this foreign Empress?”

Ms. Reed replied, “Apart from contributing to a significant business deal that could bring prosperity to both our nations, your involvement will be acknowledged. You’ll be part of a historic collaboration, and your testimony can help shape positive perceptions of Greater Scythia in the Matriarchal States.”

The woman’s expression softened, and she seemed to mull over the idea. After a moment, she sighed. “This is an unusual request, and I’m not entirely comfortable with the idea of involving myself in such matters. However, if it truly benefits Greater Scythia and my granddaughter’s future, I suppose I can entertain the idea.”

Ms. Reed expressed her gratitude, and they quickly discussed the logistics of the upcoming meeting. Elzara’s grandmother agreed to accompany them to the palace and provide her testimony before the Empress and her council.

However, realizing that Elzara wouldn’t be home from school for a few hours, Ms. Reed faced a dilemma. She had an important meeting to attend at the palace, and the clock was ticking.

“Jake,” Ms. Reed turned to her assistant, “I need you to stay here and ensure a smooth transition when Elzara arrives. Get her up to speed on the situation and reassure her grandmother if needed. I’ll return as soon as the meeting is over.”

Jake, though initially surprised by the request, nodded in understanding. “Of course, Ms. Reed. I’ll make sure everything is in order when we meet up with you at the palace.”

As Ms. Reed hurriedly left to attend the crucial meeting, Jake found himself in the company of Elzara’s grandmother. The elderly woman, still skeptical about involving herself in the affairs of the foreign delegation, regarded Jake with a mixture of suspicion and mild disdain.

“You seem like a fragile thing,” she commented, eyeing Jake’s tailored suit and the kubanka perched atop his head. “Are you sure you can handle this task, or will you be running off to play in the streets?”

Jake, accustomed to such remarks by now, maintained a composed demeanor. “I assure you, ma’am, I take my responsibilities very seriously. I’ll make sure everything is in order for when Elzara arrives.”

“Mistress,” Elzara’s grandmother corrected sharply. “Mistress Budzhurova. I won’t be disrespected by the likes of you, küçük erkek.”

Jake didn’t understand the last two words, but he suspected that they were an insult.

Undeterred, Jake maintained his polite demeanor. “I apologize, Mistress Budzhurova. I meant no disrespect, and greatly appreciate the assistance you’re providing us. If there’s anything you need or any concerns you have, please feel free to let me know.”

As Jake settled into an ornate chair, Mistress Budzhurova continued to eye him critically. “What’s your role in all of this, küçük erkek? Why does this Imani Reed have a man trailing behind her like an obedient dog?”

Jake chose his words carefully. “My role is to support Ms. Reed and, by extension, the entire delegation.”

Mistress Budzhurova remained unyielding. “Support? In what way? What could a man possibly contribute that a woman wouldn’t handle twice as well?”

Jake, maintaining his calm demeanor, decided to approach the conversation with a blend of humility and sincerity. “Mistress Budzhurova, I understand that my role might seem unconventional here. Women dominate the Matriarchal States, where I come from, too. But increasingly we believe in utilizing the strengths and capabilities of everyone, regardless of gender. While the women of our delegation are leading, I take care of the little things so they can focus on more important matters.”

Mistress Budzhurova’s gaze remained sharp, but a flicker of interest danced in her eyes. “Little things, you say? What little things can a man like you handle?”

Jake, undeterred, began to list his tasks, highlighting the meticulous attention he paid to details. “I handle logistics, communications, and ensure everything runs smoothly behind the scenes. It’s about making sure that the women leading this delegation can focus on the big picture without getting bogged down by the minutiae.”

Mistress Budzhurova crossed her arms, contemplating his words. “I have never known a man with the maturity necessary to be trusted with such things. Before my husband passed away, I never let him leave the house without female supervision. And I know my daughter has the same policy with Elzara’s father.”

Jake, maintaining his polite composure, continued to engage in conversation with Mistress Budzhurova, hoping to win her over. He realized that breaking through the ingrained biases of a society like Greater Scythia would take patience and understanding.

“I appreciate your perspective, Mistress Budzhurova,” Jake responded thoughtfully. “Cultural differences can be challenging, but I’ve found that by working together and understanding each other, we can achieve remarkable things. I believe in the strength of collaboration, where each person, regardless of gender, contributes their unique skills and perspectives.”

Mistress Budzhurova’s expression softened slightly, though skepticism still lingered in her eyes. “You speak well, küçük erkek. But words are wind. Actions are what matter.”

Jake nodded in agreement. “Absolutely, Mistress Budzhurova. I hope that, in time, my actions will speak louder than any words. If there’s anything specific you’re concerned about or if there’s a way I can better assist you, please let me know. I’m here to ensure that this collaboration benefits everyone involved.”

As they continued their conversation, Jake skillfully navigated through questions about his upbringing, his experiences, and his views on gender roles. He shared stories of successful collaborations he’d been a part of, emphasizing the positive outcomes achieved when diverse perspectives were valued.

Gradually, Mistress Budzhurova seemed to thaw, her initial hostility giving way to a more thoughtful consideration of Jake’s role. However, just as the atmosphere began to shift, the door creaked open, and Elzara walked in, school bag slung over her shoulder. Though quite a bit younger than Jake’s twins, the schoolgirl still towered over him.

“Jake, right?” she said, a hint of confusion in her voice. “I remember you from the other night. The man who works! Wow, you’re even smaller than I thought. What are you doing in my grandmother’s house? I thought your mistress was in Greater Scythia for important business at the palace.”

Jake smiled, acknowledging Elzara’s observation about his stature. “Yes, Elzara, I’m Jake. Your grandmother and I were just discussing something important related to the business deal between my employer and a similar company here in Greater Scythia.”

Elzara raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “Business deal? What’s that got to do with me?”

“Well, Elzara,” Jake began, “your grandmother and I were hoping you could assist us. You see, we believe that your presence and testimony could play a crucial role in convincing the Empress and her council to support the deal.”

Elzara’s eyes widened with surprise. “Me? Why would they care about what I think?”

Jake leaned forward, explaining the potential impact of her involvement. “Your perspective as a citizen of Greater Scythia, particularly the younger generation, adds a valuable dimension to our case. It shows that this collaboration isn’t just between governments and businesses but has real benefits for people like you—opportunities for cultural exchange, economic growth, and a chance for a better future.”

Elzara stared down at him, one hand on her hip. “You sure are a strange man, Jake.”

Jake couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’ve gotten that a lot since I arrived here. But sometimes, strange things lead to extraordinary outcomes. Your involvement could make a real difference for the people of Greater Scythia.”

Elzara glanced at her grandmother, seeking some guidance.

Mistress Budzhurova, despite her initial reservations, gave a subtle nod of approval. “Elzara, my dear, this is an opportunity for you to contribute to the future of our nation. Speak from your heart, and let them know how this collaboration could positively impact the lives of the people here.”

Elzara, still skeptical but intrigued, considered the proposal. “Okay, I’ll do it. It’s not every day you get to meet the Empress after all. But I want your words that this deal will truly benefit the Empire.”

Jake nodded appreciatively at Elzara’s decision. “Thank you, Elzara. I understand this might seem unusual, but your perspective is crucial in showing the genuine impact of this collaboration on the people of Greater Scythia. I assure you, we genuinely believe this deal is in the best interest of both our nations, and I’ll make sure to keep you informed about its impacts in the months and years to come.”

Elzara’s grandmother, Mistress Budzhurova, chimed in with a stern expression, “And you better keep your word, küçük erkek. If this turns out to be anything other than what you promise, you’ll have me to answer to. And I am a lot bigger and a lot stronger than you are.”

The older woman cracked her knuckles loudly to drive home the point. Jake, reminded of the angry teenage girl from that first night, gulped.

But after taking a moment to regain his composure, Jake nodded respectfully. “I appreciate your trust, Mistress Budzhurova. I assure you, our intentions are sincere, and we are committed to ensuring that this collaboration benefits Greater Scythia.”

With Elzara on board and her grandmother cautiously supportive, Jake used Mistress Budzhurova’s landline to contact Ms. Reed to update her on the positive developments and arranged for a suitable time to bring Elzara and Mistress Budzhurova to the meeting with the Empress and her council. Ms. Reed in turn assured Jake that the palace guards would be expecting the three of them.

The afternoon sun shone down brightly as the three of them piled into Mistress Budzhurova’s luxury automobile, with both grandmother and granddaughter now wearing their finest traditional Scythian dresses. Elzara buckled Jake into the booster seat usually used by her father, who was vacationing with her mother in the Caribbean. The booster seat was notably more rudimentary than the one Jake was used to. Apparently the comfort of male passengers wasn’t much of a consideration in Greater Scythia.

As Mistress Budzhurova drove towards the palace, Elzara sat in the back with Jake. Her youthful curiosity bubbled to the surface as she bombarded Jake with questions about life in the Matriarchal States, the peculiarities of his role, and his experiences in Greater Scythia so far.

Jake, accustomed by this point to such inquiries, answered each question with a blend of humor and sincerity, emphasizing the similarities and shared aspirations between their two nations. He spoke of the bustling cities, the diverse cultures, and the rich history that defined the Matriarchal States. Elzara, in turn, shared her perspectives on life in Greater Scythia, the traditions she held dear, and her hopes for the future.

Mistress Budzhurova, while focused on the road, occasionally interjected with her own insights and observations. Despite her initial skepticism, she seemed to be slowly warming up to Jake’s presence and the potential impact of the collaboration.

Upon reaching the palace gates, the trio was greeted by guards adorned in elaborate armor, a stark contrast to the modern security measures Jake was accustomed to. Mistress Budzhurova exchanged a few words with the guards, and the gates creaked open, allowing them access to the palace grounds.

At the top of the hill, they were met by the valet, who took Mistress Budzhurova’s car keys and introduced them to the visitor operations assistant who would be taking them the rest of the way.

As they were led through the grand halls, the echoes of their footsteps resonated through the vast space. The atmosphere was both awe-inspiring and a little intimidating. Elzara’s eyes widened as she took in the surroundings, clearly impressed by the grandeur of the palace. Mistress Budzhurova, though maintaining a composed exterior, couldn’t hide a certain sense of pride as she observed her granddaughter’s reaction.

After a long walk, they were ushered into a waiting room adorned with opulent furnishings. “I will return when the Empress and her council are ready for you,” the visitor operations assistant informed them.

Jake, sitting in a corner, observed the interplay between Elzara and Mistress Budzhurova. The generational differences were evident, yet there was an underlying bond of shared pride and concern for the future of their nation.

“Have you ever been to the palace before, Büyükanne?” Elzara asked.

“Only once,” her grandmother replied. “When I was a very little girl, much younger than you. I was barely bigger than him at the time, in fact.”

Jake, seeing her gesture in his direction, smiled. “You must have been very young indeed, then, Mistress.”

As Elzara and Mistress Budzhurova reminisced about the past, the door to the waiting room swung open, and a palace official appeared. “The Empress is ready to meet with you. Please follow me.”

The trio, led by the official through a series of majestic corridors, soon found themselves standing outside the grand chamber where the Empress and her council awaited.

“When the doors open, the Empress’s herald will announce your arrival. You two must bow to the queen.”

The visitor operations assistant pointed at Elzara and her grandmother. Then she turned her attention to Jake, putting a firm hand on his shoulder.

“And you must kneel, and touch your head to the floor. It is exceedingly rare for a male to be granted audience with the Empress. Consider yourself extremely fortunate.”

The grand chamber doors slowly creaked open, revealing the opulence within. The atmosphere was heavy with a sense of history and power. As they stepped into the room, the Empress’s herald, adorned in rich Scythian regalia, announced their arrival in a booming voice that echoed through the chamber.

“Presenting Mistress Budzhurova of House Budzhurova and her granddaughter, Elzara, esteemed citizens of Greater Scythia!”

The herald was speaking in English for the benefit of the foreign delegation.

Elzara and Mistress Budzhurova executed graceful bows, displaying a blend of respect and confidence.

“And Jacob, husband of Klara Tsai, the Empress’s guest from the Matriarchal States!”

Jake, following the instructions, dropped to his knees, bowing his head to the floor. It was a position of total submission that he had never experienced before, but he knew his wife and his boss were both counting on him.

The Empress, seated on a throne at the far end of the table, a Scythian flag visible flapping in the breeze through the windows behind her, studied the newest arrivals with a measured gaze.

“Rise,” commanded the Empress, her voice carrying across the room with regal authority.

Slowly, Elzara, Mistress Budzhurova, and Jake rose from their respective positions. As they straightened up, Jake took a moment to study the women arranged along the table. On one side of the table, along with Klara and Ms. Waters, were the Empress’s three adult daughters. They were recognizable in the black ceremonial robes of Scythian princesses. On the other side of the table, along with Ms. Reed, were the women representing the company they were looking to acquire.

The Empress, a commanding figure in her regal attire and with her winged crown, acknowledged the delegation with a nod. “Greetings, esteemed guests.” Her English was only slightly accented.

Mistress Budzhurova, stepping forward with a dignified air, responded, “Your Imperial Majesty, we are honored to be in your presence.”

The Empress’s expression was unreadable. “I am eager to learn how your presence offers a solution to our current impasse.”

Ms. Reed stood up from her seat. “Your Majesty, my assistant and I met them while visiting a dining establishment near the Amazonlarnıñ Meydanı earlier in the week. Our conversation drove home for me the value to both our peoples in opening up avenues for cultural and intellectual exchanges.”

Ms. Reed motioned toward Elzara, who stepped forward, her gaze steady despite the grandeur of the chamber.

“Your Majesty, my name is Elzara Budzhurova. I’m a student, and I never thought I’d be standing here before you. But my brief time with Ms. Reed and little Jake here have already expanded my horizons; and I believe their horizons have been expanded too. I’ve seen how these foreigners,” she gestured towards the Matriarchal States delegation, “genuinely want to understand and appreciate our culture. Your empire is vast and mighty, from the Alps in the West to Altai Mountains in the East. And I know under your impressive leadership, Greater Scythia will be powerful no matter what. But Jake and his boss have convinced me that if we embrace this collaboration, it can lead to a better future for both Greater Scythia and the Matriarchal States.”

The Empress observed Elzara with a raised eyebrow, intrigued by the unexpected perspective of the younger generation.

Ms. Reed, seizing the opportunity to build on Elzara’s testimony, stepped forward. “Your Majesty, our acquisition is not just about economic gain. It’s about fostering understanding, cooperation, and shared prosperity. Elzara represents the future, and her willingness to engage with us demonstrates the potential for positive collaboration between our nations. We believe that by working together, we can create opportunities that go beyond mere trade and benefit the people of both Greater Scythia and the Matriarchal States.”

The Empress remained composed, her piercing gaze shifting from Elzara to her grandmother. “And what of the Code of Tomyris, Mistress Budzhurova? My advisors tell me you have been a valued voice among the merchant class for many decades. Do you really believe that the benefits of this proposed agreement really represent the kind of strategic interest required for me to invoke Provision 170?”

Mistress Budzhurova, meeting the Empress’s gaze without flinching, responded with a measured tone. “Your Majesty, I would never presume my humble judgment has much to offer in such weighty affairs of state. But since you have asked for it, I will say this: While I am inherently cautious about foreign influences, my encounter with Ms. Reed and her little male assistant has left me genuinely impressed. I’ve already seen the way it’s sparked Elzara’s interest in Greater Scythia’s place on the world stage. So yes, I genuinely do believe this collaboration aligns with the strategic interests of our nation, promoting cultural exchange and economic growth.”

The Empress nodded thoughtfully. “Mistress Budzhurova, your humility and your wisdom are both appreciated. You and your granddaughter have presented compelling arguments. Yet, the Code of Tomyris is not easily set aside. Provision 170 is a tool meant for extraordinary circumstances, and I must be convinced that this collaboration serves the strategic interests of Greater Scythia beyond mere economic gain.”

Klara, sensing the delicate nature of the situation, stepped forward. “Your Majesty,” she began, her tone respectful yet determined, “I understand the weight of the Code of Tomyris and the significance of Provision 170. My team has been delving into the intricacies of Greater Scythia’s legal framework, and I believe we can make a compelling case for the exceptional nature of this collaboration.”

The Empress regarded Klara with a scrutinizing gaze. “Go on.”

Klara, with a calm yet persuasive demeanor, continued, “This collaboration is not merely about trade; it’s about forging bonds between our nations. The Matriarchal States and Greater Scythia, each with its unique strengths, can complement and uplift one another. Elzara’s testimony is a testament to the potential impact on the younger generation. We’re not here to exploit, but to build a partnership that benefits both our peoples.”

She gestured towards Elzara and Mistress Budzhurova. “These two individuals represent the heart of Greater Scythia – its heritage and its future. Their experiences since our arrival showcase the genuine connections we can establish beyond business transactions. The strategic interest lies not just in economic gain but in the profound cultural exchange and mutual understanding that will result.”

The Empress remained contemplative, her gaze shifting between Klara, Elzara, and Mistress Budzhurova. Klara pressed on, addressing the Empress’s concerns directly. “Your Majesty, I fully recognize the challenges posed by the Code of Tomyris. However, I believe that in the face of global changes and opportunities, Greater Scythia can adapt without compromising its core values. This collaboration can be a symbol of strength, showcasing the resilience and wisdom of Greater Scythia under your esteemed rule.”

Klara’s words hung in the air, and a silence settled over the grand chamber.

The Empress, deep in thought, finally spoke. “Your arguments are compelling, Klara Tsai. However, it’s not just about what you believe. It’s about what you can guarantee. If I invoke Provision 170, my subjects will need certainty that this collaboration genuinely serves the strategic interests of Greater Scythia. What guarantees can you offer us?”

“Your Majesty, you are wise to be so cautious. We are prepared to offer the following pledges: First, that a significant portion of the profits generated from this collaboration will be reinvested in Greater Scythia. This includes funding educational initiatives, cultural preservation programs, and economic development projects that directly benefit the people of your empire.”

Klara turned to Ms. Reed, who had been meticulously preparing the details of these guarantees. “Ms. Reed has compiled a comprehensive plan that outlines how we intend to contribute to the well-being and progress of Greater Scythia. This plan will be enshrined in a legally binding agreement, ensuring transparency and accountability in our actions.”

Ms. Reed handed a copy of the document that outlined the proposed plan to the eldest of the three princesses, respecting the young woman’s unique role as the heir apparent to the Imperial Throne.

Klara continued, resolute in her conviction. “Second, we are committed to ensuring that a quarter of the seats on our Board of Directors are reserved for women from Greater Scythia. Their presence will serve as a tangible mechanism to ensure that the collaboration adheres to the spirit of mutual benefit.”

The Empress was definitely intrigued now. “Perhaps one of my daughters could serve on your Board of Directors.”

Klara nodded respectfully, acknowledging the Empress’s suggestion. “Your Majesty, that would indeed be an honor. We are open to discussing the specific details of the representation, and we welcome the opportunity to have a member of your esteemed family on our Board of Directors. It will be a symbol of the deep partnership we aim to forge.”

The Empress, still attentive, considered Klara’s words. “And what about the cultural aspects? How can you guarantee that the essence of Greater Scythia will not be diluted or distorted in this collaboration? After all, your husband, a lowly man, evidently holds a position of great influence in your delegation.”

Klara, maintaining her diplomatic poise, addressed the Empress’s concern about Jake’s role. “Your Majesty, I assure you that my husband, Jake, holds a position in our delegation that is entirely supportive in nature. While he assists with logistical matters and ensures the smooth operation of our team, Jake holds no authority in the core decisions and strategic direction.”

The Empress, with a discerning gaze, directed her attention towards Jake. “And yet, he is here as part of your delegation. Tell me, Jake, husband of Klara Tsai, why this deal with not put the societal values of underlying our gynarchy in peril?”

Jake, while trying to remain as deferential as possible, responded with genuine sincerity. “Your Majesty, much as I might sometimes wish my voice carried more weight, the simple fact is that I work for a company led by and dominated by women. I don’t expect that to change anytime soon, whether this acquisition goes through or not.”

The Empress nodded, seemingly satisfied with Jake’s response. “Your commitment to the women leading your delegation is duly noted, Jake. However, I must also consider the perceptions within my court and among my subjects. The symbolism of a man in such a role cannot be ignored.”

Klara, eager to address the Empress’s point, spoke up before her husband could speak further. “Your Majesty, I understand the significance of symbolism, and I deeply respect the values of Greater Scythia. I assure you that the inclusion of Jake in our delegation is not intended to challenge your societal norms. Instead, it reflects our belief in collaboration across diverse perspectives. If it is more appropriate, we are open to adjusting the composition of future delegations to better align with the expectations of Greater Scythia.”

The Empress continued to scrutinize the delegation, her expression unreadable. After a prolonged moment of silence, she finally spoke. “Your pledges and assurances are noteworthy, Klara Tsai. However, my decision cannot solely rest on the promises of a foreign delegation. Please excuse yourselves while I deliberate with my advisors.”

With a gesture, the Empress signaled the end of the audience. The doors to the council chamber swung open once again, and the delegation, along with Elzara and Mistress Budzhurova, exited the room. The atmosphere was tense, as the visitor operations assistant led them all back to the same waiting room that Jake and the Budhzhurovas had been in before.

Klara, maintaining her composure, turned to Elzara and Mistress Budzhurova. “Thank you both for your invaluable contributions. Your insights and testimonies will undoubtedly play a crucial role in the Empress’s decision. We’ll await the council’s decision, and I’ll make sure you’re kept updated on any developments.”

Elzara nodded, a mix of nervousness and excitement in her eyes. Mistress Budzhurova, though still reserved, acknowledged Klara with a nod. The two of them followed the visitor operations assistant back to Mistress Budzhurova’s car.

“We probably shouldn’t have brought you and Gary,” Klara noted to her husband. “But you did well in there.”

Jake nodded, appreciating the complement, especially after the tension between them at the start of their trip.

As the delegation waited anxiously in the opulent waiting room, the silence grew heavy as they all contemplated the possible outcomes of the Empress’s deliberation. Klara, however, remained outwardly composed, her mind calculating the potential implications and planning for the next steps.

“What do you think the Empress is really pondering in there?” Ms Waters wondered aloud.

Kara sighed, her gaze fixed on the entrance to the waiting room. “It could be anything, Tori. The Code of Tomyris is deeply ingrained in the fabric of Greater Scythia. The Empress must balance tradition with the desire for progress and global collaboration. The assurances we provided are substantial, but whether they align with the Empress’s vision for her nation remains to be seen.”

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as the delegation continued to wait. The room’s exquisite furnishings were the only companions to the group’s anxious thoughts. Ms. Waters, unable to sit still, had begun pacing the room, her fiery red hair dancing across her shoulders with each step.

“You’ve been surprisingly calm through all of this,” Jake remarked to Klara, his tone a mix of admiration and curiosity.

Klara offered a faint smile. “Appearances can be deceiving, dear. Negotiations like these often demand a poised exterior, even when my stomach is aflutter. We’ve presented our case, and now it’s in the Empress’s hands.”

Just as the tension reached unbearable levels, the delegation was summoned back to the council chamber.

As the heavy doors of the council chamber creaked open, Jake noted that the Empress was still seated at the far end of the table, her expression as enigmatic as before.

Klara led the delegation back to their designated places, each step echoing in the important chamber. Jake, who didn’t have a seat at the table, stood off to the side, trying to be as unobtrusive as possible. The air was thick with anticipation as they awaited the Empress’s decision.

The Empress rose, her eyes sweeping over the delegation before fixing on Klara. “After careful consideration and consultation with my advisors, I have reached a decision.”

A collective breath was held by everyone in the room.

“I appreciate your respect for our traditions and your willingness to collaborate. The Code of Tomyris is not a rigid shield against progress, but a guide to ensure that progress is in harmony with our values.”

Klara nodded, her gaze unwavering.

The Empress continued, “However, I must also consider the sentiments of my people. Change, even with the noblest intentions, can be met with resistance. After careful consideration and thorough deliberation, I have decided to grant royal assent to the proposed acquisition. The provisions of the Code of Tomyris will be invoked with the understanding that the strategic interests of Greater Scythia are served by this partnership. There will be a one year probationary period, and my assent may be revoked at any time during that year if your company is not living up to its commitments. May this collaboration bring forth mutual understanding, prosperity, and cultural exchange between our nations.”

The weight of the Empress’s words settled over the room, a palpable tension giving way to a collective exhale. Klara inclined her head gracefully, expressing gratitude without overstepping the boundaries of formality.

“Your Majesty, we are sincerely honored by your decision,” Klara responded, her voice steady but carrying a genuine warmth. “We understand the responsibility that comes with this opportunity and assure you that our commitment to the values of collaboration and mutual benefit will be unwavering.”

The Empress’s countenance softened, a hint of approval in her eyes. “Your words are well chosen, Klara Tsai. Now, let this collaboration serve as a bridge between our lands. The responsibility rests on your shoulders to uphold the principles that guide this venture.”

After the Empress dismissed them, the delegation was led out of the palace. As they stepped out into the crisp Scythian air, the visitors couldn’t help but feel a mix of relief and anticipation. The collaboration had been approved, but the delicate dance with the traditions of Greater Scythia had only just begun.

Back at the hotel, the delegation couldn’t contain their elation. News of the Empress’s decision spread like wildfire among the team, and cheers erupted in the lobby as Klara and the others made their way through the crowd.

“We did it!” one of the more junior executives exclaimed, hugging Klara. “I can’t believe it, but we did it!”

Klara smiled, the weight of the past few days lifting off her shoulders. “It’s a significant step forward for all involved. Let’s celebrate tonight and then get hard at work tomorrow. We need to ensure that this collaboration begins on the right note.”

The celebration was lively, filled with toasts, laughter, and congratulations. The delegation members, exhausted from the stress of the negotiations, let loose, and even the more reserved among them found themselves caught up in the joyous atmosphere.

As the night progressed, Klara found herself stealing glances at Jake. Despite the professional exterior they both maintained throughout the celebration, there was an unspoken understanding between them. They had weathered the storm together, and now, with success on their side, a shared sense of accomplishment lingered in the air.

Later, in the privacy of the Penthouse Suite, Klara and Jake continued to savor the victory. The mood was different now, a mix of relief, joy, and something unspoken but palpable between them. Glasses of champagne in hand, they stood on the balcony overlooking the city.

“Quite a view,” Jake remarked, raising his glass.

Klara clinked her glass against his. “To new beginnings and successful collaborations.”

The city below sparkled in the night, a sea of lights stretching to the horizon. The celebratory sounds from the streets reached the balcony, but in the private cocoon of their suite, Klara and Jake found a different rhythm.

Jake, usually more reserved, couldn’t contain his grin. “I never doubted you for a second, you know.”

Klara smirked playfully. “Oh, really? Even when we were facing the Empress’s scrutiny, and it seemed like you might get added to her harem?”

“Especially then,” Jake said, stepping closer. “You have a way of navigating these things. It’s impressive.”

She laughed softly, the sound mingling with the distant cheers of the city. “I appreciate the compliment, Jake. But it was a group effort. I couldn’t have pulled it off without the entire team. Even you.”

Their eyes locked, and in that moment, the weight of the past week seemed to dissipate. The unspoken tension between them had been replaced by a shared understanding, a bond forged through challenges and triumphs.

“You know,” Jake observed slyly. “It’s been a long time since we’ve had a hotel room to ourselves, without the kids right next door.”

Jake’s remark hung in the air, and a playful glint sparkled in his eyes. Klara arched an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. “Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”

He chuckled, the sound carrying a mix of mischief and genuine affection. “I’m just saying, we’ve earned a moment to ourselves. No negotiations, no cultural diplomacy, just us.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice!” Klara declared, and lifted him off the ground by the waist of his pants and tossed him over her shoulder. “Mama needs some sugar!”

She marched into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind her. Klara and Jake spent the next several hours having a boisterous celebration of their own. In some ways, it took them back to the fiery early days of the secret courtship. But the weight of their years together made this even better.

At breakfast, Kelly was more irritable than usual. She complained about a headache, and a weird feeling in her stomach. But Klara and Jake were already running late for work, and didn’t have time to console her. And Kyle felt completely normal; when he meekly suggested that she maybe take some ibuprofen, Kelly only got more irritable.

By the Klara and Jake got home, however, it was clear that something out of the ordinary was going on. Kyle usually had dinner on the table waiting for them when they got home, but the kitchen was dark and it didn’t look like he’d even started preparing a meal.

They found him in the living room, sobbing.

“What’s wrong, Kyle?” Jake asked, immediately fearing the worst.

“It’s Kelly!” Kyle replied between sobs. “She was so mean to me today! And not in a teasing way. Just vicious and cruel.”

“Where’s your sister?” Klara demanded, her concern about her son’s hurt feelings quickly overtaken by worry for her beloved daughter’s welfare.

“She’s up-up-upstairs,” Kyle replied, continuing to choke back sobs. “In her r-r-room. She said couldn’t stand to look at my pathetic little face a single moment longer.”

Klara immediately darted upstairs, while Jake hung back to console his son.

Kyle’s eyes were red from crying, and his small frame seemed even more fragile in the midst of the emotional storm.

“Hey, buddy,” Jake said gently, sitting down beside his son on the couch. “I can see how upset you are. Do you want to talk about what happened?”

Kyle sniffled and wiped his tears with the back of his hand. “It’s just… she’s never been this mean before. I thought we were best friends.”

Jake nodded, understanding the pain his son was feeling. ” Sisters can be tough sometimes,, especially as they get older. But we’ll figure this out together, okay?”

“But Dad,” Kyle said with frustration, “why does she have to be so mean? And you always say we’re equal, but it doesn’t feel that way.”

Jake sighed, realizing that his son was grappling with complex emotions. “Kyle, I always say that I love you both equally, and I do. But that doesn’t mean you’re equal in every way. Your sister is a lot bigger and a lot stronger, and if we escalate things, it might not end well.”

“But she needs to know she can’t treat people like this!” Kyle insisted, his frustration turning into determination.

“I get that, Kyle, but you’ve got to look at the bigger picture. The truth is, we live in a world where things aren’t always fair. Men, like you and me, are physically smaller and less powerful than women. That’s just the way it is.”

“But that doesn’t mean she can treat me like this, Dad,” Kyle protested again.

Jake hesitated. ” I’m not saying your sister’s behavior is okay. But we live in a world that wasn’t built for us, and that means we need to navigate situations more carefully. The truth is, Kyle, we have to pick our battles. Sometimes, standing up for ourselves might not be the safest or smartest choice. I’m not excusing Kelly’s behavior, but…”

“But what, Dad? Why can’t I stand up for myself?” Kyle’s frustration turned into a mixture of confusion and defiance. “Why can Kelly say whatever she wants and be mean, just because she’s a girl?”

Jake considered his words carefully. “Kyle, it’s not about whether you can stand up for yourself. You absolutely should stand up for what’s right, but you need to be strategic about it. I know it’s not fair, and it’s something that I’ve struggled with too. But you simply don’t have the luxury of being as reckless as your sister.”

Before Kyle could respond, the creaking of the staircase caught their attention. Looking up at his wife and daughter, Jake saw that Klara had a comforting arm around Kelly, but a triumphant smile on her face. Kelly, for her part, looked both embarrassed and relieved.

Jake, still with a reassuring hand on his son’s shoulder, looked up at Klara with a quizzical expression. “What’s going on?”

Klara, beaming with pride, announced, “Jake, Kelly gotten her First Moon! She’s entering womanhood.”

Kelly, although still slightly embarrassed, stood a little taller. Klara embraced her daughter, and Jake, understanding the importance of the moment, joined in the family celebration. They gathered in the living room, the atmosphere now filled with a mix of emotions ranging from joy to a hint of nostalgia.

Kelly, seeing that her brother’s face was still red from crying, immediately apologized. “I’m so sorry for the way I acted, Kyle. I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s completely natural, my love,” Klara reassured her. “We all get more aggressive during our cycles. You’re growing, becoming more powerful. It’s something to be proud of.”

Kyle sniffled, “But why was she so mean to me?”

Jake sighed, realizing he needed to explain the complexities of what Kelly was going through. “Sometimes, when people are dealing with big changes, they react in ways they don’t understand. Your sister is going through a significant transformation, and it can be overwhelming. But I promise you, she loves you, and this won’t change that.”

“And let’s not put all of this on your sister, Kyle. You just need to develop a thicker skin,” Klara added. “After all, girls will be girls. I remember being just as intense and unruly when I was Kelly’s age.”

Now that Kelly understood what was happening to her, she quickly became ecstatic at the idea of entering womanhood. A lot of her friends had already experienced their First Moons and Kelly had been feeling increasingly left out.

The mother-daughter bond between Klara and Kelly, already close, grew even tighter as Klara guided Kelly through the process. She taught her daughter how to use different feminine hygiene products and decide which she was most comfortable with.

In the days that followed Kelly’s First Moon revelation, the women of the family embarked on preparations for a momentous celebration. After all, the First Moon was not just a biological milestone but a significant rite of passage. It marked the emergence of a young woman’s power and authority, and it was celebrated with a grand party that held cultural and familial significance.

As was tradition, Klara worked closely her own mother and Jake’s mother to plan and organize the whole affair. Jake’s mother Michelle insisted that her granddaughter’s party be held at the same Matriarchal Hall where all of the Mitty women had held theirs: Not just where Sarah and Emily had celebrated their First Moons, but also where Michelle had had her own party, and Michelle’s mother had had her party, and so on, going back generations.

Jake had only been invited inside the Matriarchal Hall twice, for his sisters’ First Moon ceremonies, and had found the place to be dark and a little bit creepy both times. But he understood his mother’s desire to carry on traditions, and he was grateful to Klara for accommodating her. Soon enough, the details were arranged and Jake and Kyle were stuffing invitations into envelopes. While they hadn’t been included in the planning, it was obvious to both father and son that a lavish event was planned to mark celebrate Kelly’s milestone.

Jake, while initially feeling a bit out of place in the whirlwind of preparations, found his role in supporting Klara and ensuring the family’s emotional well-being during this significant time. In particular, he make sure to check in with Kyle regularly; he knew his son was still struggling to understand the complexities of the emotions and changes that accompanied his sister’s transition.

As the day of the celebration approached, Kelly spent more and more time together with mother and grandmothers, behind the closed door to Klara’s den. Jake and Kyle both knew better than to disrupt them. One day, the four of them didn’t get home until late, having spent the whole day dress shopping. A young woman’s First Moon dress was not just a beautiful garment but also designed to showcase her strength and confidence. And the red color was a visual announcement that she was a woman now. When Jake peeked at the receipt, he was shocked at how much it had cost – more than his entire wardrobe. But Klara insisted that Kelly deserved no less, and after all, it was Klara’s formidable salary that had paid for it.

The day of the party soon arrived, on the first Saturday following the new moon. As guests streamed into the Matriarchal Hall, Jake marveled at the diversity of First Moon dresses. They were all red, but otherwise extremely varied in style and design. The air buzzed with a sense of unity and celebration. Jake and Kyle, who were forbidden from wearing red on this occasion, felt a bit out of place in their powder blue suits.

Jake and Kyle caught snippets of conversation, as the various women and girls reminisced about their own First Moons. They were shocked at how different the experience was for everyone: Some had wild stories of getting theirs in terribly inconvenient places or times, some experienced it very young and others quite a bit older, and yet they all seemed to share a sense of camaraderie.

In a private dressing room near the back of the hall, Kelly shared a moment with her mother and grandmother. Klara, with tears of pride in her eyes, fussed a bit with Kelly’s dress, and slid the tiara into her daughter’s hair so it rested regally atop her head. The pale moonstone in the center of the tiara shimmered as it caught the light.

“You look absolutely breathtaking, my love,” Klara whispered, her voice filled with emotion. “We couldn’t be more proud of you.”

Kelly, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness, hugged her mother tightly. “Thank you, Mom. I couldn’t have asked for a better support system.”

As they emerged from the dressing room, the hall fell silent, and all eyes turned toward Kelly. The room erupted in applause, celebrating the young woman who had embraced her First Moon. Kelly, though initially shy, walked confidently with the grace of a newfound strength.

Klara, resplendent in her sleeveless red dress, moved gracefully through the crowd in her daughter’s wake, greeting various guests and ensuring that everything was in order. Jake, although feeling a bit out of place, took his place by her side. Kyle, clad in a miniature version of Jake’s suit, seemed a bit overwhelmed by the whole event. His eyes kept seeking out Nadira in the crowd; but his best friend was focused on Kelly instead of him. As Nadira had explained to him earlier, a First Moon ceremony was all about sisterhood, and that was something he simply couldn’t understand.

The majority of the invited guests were girls that Jake recognized from the twins’ grade, or from Kelly’s sports leagues. But there were quite a few older women of varying ages, too. Jake was impressed by how such a wide variety of personal styles could be expressed within the norms of this cultural tradition.

In the back of the room, Jake spotted his younger sister chatting with their mother and Klara’s mother. Emily had just finished her freshman year at the University of Connecticut, where she had been a starting freshman on the Division I basketball team that had made it to the Final Four. As one of only three players on the team over four meters tall, she was already being talked about as a first round NABA draft pick after graduation. She towered over everyone in the hall, even the other women; the top of Jake’s head only came up to midway on her thigh.

Kelly’s two grandfathers were also in the hall somewhere, along with her uncle Isak, but the other three men were completely lost in the forest of red dresses. Jake wondered if they felt as out of place as he and Kyle did. Normally Matriarchal Halls were completely off-limits to those with Y chromosomes; immediate family members for special ceremonies like this were just about the only exception.

Shortly after two in the afternoon, as the moon passed the meridian, the focus shifted to the stage at the front of the room. Kelly, accompanied by Klara, approached the stage where Kelly’s maternal grandmother, Klara’s mother, stood solemnly. As was tradition, the elder woman began the ceremonial speech, recounting the significance of the First Moon in the history of their matriarchal society.

“Kelly Tsai,” she began, her voice carrying the weight of tradition, “you stand on the threshold of womanhood. Today, we celebrate not just the physical changes within you but the power, resilience, and wisdom that come with being a woman in our proud lineage.”

The elder woman went on to recount proud history of the Tsai women, going all of the way back to ancestral China and Wu Zetian’s reign that had lasted for most of the seventh and eighth centuries. Her speech emphasized the strength and leadership that the women of their line had demonstrated throughout the ages. The audience listened attentively, the room filled with a sense of reverence.

Michelle Mitty, Jake’s mother and Kelly’s paternal grandmother, spoke next. Still a tall and imposing figure well into her seventh decade, she stood confidently with full awareness of the way her presence naturally commanded attention. Michelle began recounting the legacy of the Mitty women, emphasizing their resilience, intelligence, and accomplishments. The stories ranged from the first Mitty who had led a successful rebellion against oppressive rulers to more recent achievements, including her own run as a world-class athlete.

“As you step into womanhood, Kelly, remember the strength that courses through your veins,” Michelle declared. “You are part of a line of powerful women who have shaped the destiny of our society. Today, we celebrate not just your physical transition but the potential within you to make a lasting impact on the world.”

Klara joined her mother and mother-in-law on the stage. “Now, sisters, let us join hands for the hymn of initiation.”

All of the other women in the hall formed a circle around Kelly and began to sing in unison:

“In the moon’s gentle glow, a tale unfolds,
Of strength and wisdom, the story of old.
Born of ancient lineage, we proudly stand,
Women united, a power so grand.

“Oh, sisters of the moon, in unity we rise,
A tapestry of strength, woven through the skies.
To the young one among us, with torch held high,
A leader emerging, let the world testify.

“Nature’s design, a truth we embrace,
In our veins courses power, a divine grace.
Men, in their deference, find assurance anew,
For in women’s wisdom, a path that’s true.

“Oh, sisters of the moon, in unity we rise,
A tapestry of strength, woven through the skies.
To the young one among us, with torch held high,
A leader emerging, let the world testify.

“Young one, step forth, your journey begun,
In your hands, the torch, radiant as the sun.
Ascendancy, our birthright, let it resound,
In your newfound authority, forever crowned.

“Oh, sisters of the moon, in unity we rise,
A tapestry of strength, woven through the skies.
To the young one among us, with torch held high,
A leader emerging, let the world testify.

“Men, with respect, bow to her might,
In her wisdom, find the guiding light.
For in unity and love, our power prevails,
As the moon waxes, our legacy never fails.

“Oh, sisters of the moon, in unity we rise,
A tapestry of strength, woven through the skies.
To the young one among us, with torch held high,
A leader emerging, let the world testify.

“As the hymn concludes, the torchbearer stands tall,
In the sisterhood’s embrace, she’ll never fall.
A harmonious echo, through generations will ring,
In the power of women, let the universe sing.”

After the hymn of initiation echoed through the Matriarchal Hall, the women in the circle gently dispersed, creating a path for Kelly to approach the stage. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and nervousness as she stood before the three formidable women who had shaped her most: her maternal grandmother, who she called Nai Nai; her paternal grandmother, who she called Gran; and Klara, her mother.

“Kelly Tsai,” Klara began, her voice resonating with pride, “you are now ready to demonstrate the physical strength that is an integral part of your womanhood. In this sacred space, surrounded by the love and support of the women who came before you, we will witness the Feats of Strength.”

Kelly nodded, a determined look on her face. She knew the importance of this moment and was eager to embrace the physical challenges that awaited her.

The Feats of Strength were a series of traditional tests designed to showcase a young woman’s physical prowess. In a society where women were naturally far larger and more powerful than men, these feats symbolized not just strength but also the responsibility and authority that came with that strength.

The first feat involved lifting a ceremonial stone, a symbol of the burdens and challenges that a woman might face in her lifetime. The stone, adorned with intricate carvings representing the lineage of Tsai and Mitty women, was deceptively heavy. Jake remembered when it had been delivered to the house. Even working together, he and Kyle hadn’t been able to make it budge. It had sat on the porch in the box until Klara had gotten home from work.

Up on the stage, Kelly took a deep breath and approached the stone. The room hushed in anticipation. With a determined expression, Kelly bent down and, with a controlled effort, lifted the stone. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause as Kelly held the symbol of strength above her, showcasing her ability to bear the weight of challenges. Looking at his son’s expression beside him, it was clear to Jake that he was awestruck and more than a little intimidated by his twin sister’s display of physical might.

After the thunderous applause for Kelly’s successful completion of the first Feat of Strength began to subside, Klara stepped forward, her eyes glowing with maternal pride.

“Well done, Kelly,” she said, her voice projecting throughout the hall. “Now, as tradition dictates, let us move on to the second Feat of Strength.”

The next part of the ceremony involved a symbolic representation of leadership and guidance. A large, intricately carved staff was brought forward. It was a family heirloom, passed down through generations of Tsai women. Klara stepped forward, handing the staff to Kelly.

“Kelly Tsai,” Klara proclaimed, “you now bear the Staff of Wisdom, a symbol of your ability to lead and guide. May you use it with fairness, compassion, and strength.”

Kelly accepted the staff, her eyes reflecting a mix of determination and reverence. Holding the Staff of Wisdom high, she walked around the stage, acknowledging the nods of approval from the women in the audience. In a society where physical strength was coupled with leadership, this was more than a mere ceremonial act; it was a declaration of Kelly’s readiness to take on responsibilities and make decisions for the benefit of her family and community.

Kelly faced the audience and locked eyes with Jake across the room. “Father, please join me on stage.”

The air was thick with anticipation as the towering girls and women parted for Jake as he made his way to the front.

“Kelly,” Klara announced, “your father will attempt to wrest the Staff of Wisdom from your grasp, symbolizing the challenges and even resistance that may arise to your newfound authority. You must be firm and unyielding.”

Kelly, holding the Staff of Wisdom with a firm grip, looked at her father with a confidence that left no doubt in anyone’s mind about the outcome. The women in the audience exchanged knowing glances, and some even chuckled softly, anticipating the familiar scene that unfolded at every First Moon ceremony.

“Remember, sisters,” Klara’s voice resonated, “this is a demonstration of Kelly’s newfound strength and authority. But it’s also a reminder that nature has intended different roles for women and men. It serves as a reinforcement of the physiological realities underlying those different roles.”

The room was filled with a mix of excitement and amusement as Jake stood before his daughter, Kelly, who held the Staff of Wisdom with a determined grip. The women in the audience exchanged glances, some with knowing smiles, while others chuckled softly, anticipating the familiar scene about to unfold.

“Remember, Dad, no holding back,” Kelly teased with a confident smile as she lowered the Staff of Wisdom to within his reach.

“I won’t, Kelly,” Jake replied, playing along with the tradition. He gripped the staff, aware that the outcome was predetermined. This was a symbolic gesture, an acknowledgment of the physiological differences between men and women in their society.

As the two faced each other on the stage, a hush fell over the Matriarchal Hall. The room was filled with anticipation as the women watched the familiar scene unfold.

Jake yanked and pulled with all of his might, but he failed to move the staff even a millimeter. The crowd erupted into laughter and playful shouted encouragement as he exerted himself futilely, their mirth filling the hall. Kelly looked down at him with amusement. It was a scene repeated at every First Moon ceremony, a playful reminder of the societal roles assigned by nature.

Kelly, maintaining her composure, spoke to her father with a newly authoritative tone, “Do you yield, father? Do you yield to my authority and might?”

Despite his efforts, Jake couldn’t budge the Staff of Wisdom from Kelly’s grasp. Jake, a mix of pride and amusement in his eyes, theatrically bowed before Kelly. “I yield, my powerful daughter. Your strength is unmatched, and your authority undeniable.”

The room erupted into applause and cheers. It was a familiar script, but the gesture had undeniable symbolic importance.

Klara stepped forward, a proud smile on her face. “Well done, Kelly. You’ve demonstrated not only physical strength but the ability to stand firm in the face of challenges. It is a testament to the power within you.”

As Jake descended from the stage, a sense of excitement and amusement lingered in the air. The Matriarchal Hall buzzed with an atmosphere of celebration and camaraderie, a testament to the close-knit community that had gathered to witness Kelly’s First Moon ceremony.

Kelly held the Staff of Wisdom with a newfound sense of authority as she awaited the commencement of the third and final Feat of Strength: The Pillars of Persistence. This particular feat symbolized a woman’s ability to endure and stand unwavering in the face of challenges. It was a physical manifestation of the resilience and determination expected of a woman who has come of age.

As Kelly’s aunts, Sarah and Emily, maneuvered the components of the challenge onto the stage, Klara approached Kelly with a reassuring smile. “Are you ready, my daughter?”

Kelly nodded, her eyes reflecting a mix of excitement and determination. The Pillars of Persistence was a formidable test, requiring not just physical strength but also mental fortitude.

Once Sarah and Emily had finished setting up, Klara gestured toward the designated area on the stage where two heavy pillars awaited. The crowd hushed, anticipation hanging thick in the air, as Kelly approached the pillars. One pillar was a Tsai family heirloom while the other was a Mitty family heirloom. Each was intricately engraved with symbols representing the strength and history of the women of that family line.

Klara addressed the audience, her voice resonating through the hall. “Sisters, witness the final and most challenging Feat of Strength. Kelly Tsai will now master the Pillars of Persistence. To succeed, she much prove her endurance and resilience.”

As Kelly positioned herself between the pillars, the room fell into a respectful silence. The women and girls watched with a mixture of awe and encouragement as Kelly tightened her grip on the cold, steel chain attached to the Tsai pillar and then the cold, steel chain attached to the Mitty pillar.

Slowly, steadily, she pulled the chains inward and the two pillars began to rise on either side of her, until finally they were fully upright.

From the side of the stage, Klara turned over the ceremonial hourglass.

The seconds turned into minutes as Kelly, with a steely determination, held her ground. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, but her focus remained unwavering. The atmosphere in the hall was charged with a quiet intensity, the only sound being the collective breaths of those witnessing the momentous occasion.

Klara, standing beside the hourglass, observed her daughter with a mix of maternal pride and a touch of nostalgia. She remembered her own First Moon ceremony, the weight of the pillars, and the empowering feeling as she endured the Pillars of Persistence. Now, it was Kelly’s turn to carry on the legacy.

In the audience, Jake had rejoined Kyle, and their wonderment was clear on their faces as they watched Kelly endure second after grueling second. Both father and son knew that neither of them could have made even one of the pillars budge. The physical prowess that Kelly was demonstrating was simply astounding. Though Jake had witnessed his sisters perform the same feat, he still felt a profound sense of appreciation for the way womanhood must be earned.

As the minutes passed, Kelly’s expression remained resolute. When the last grains of sand dropped to the bottom of the hourglass, the room erupted into applause and cheers.

Klara approached Kelly, her eyes filled with pride. “You’ve done it, my daughter. You’ve shown the strength within you—the strength that connects you to the countless generations of powerful women who came before you. As you release the pillars, know that you carry the legacy of our matriarchal lineage.”

With a final surge of determination, Kelly released her grip on the chains and the two pillars crashed down to the stage. The audience erupted into applause once more, celebrating not just the completion of the Feats of Strength but the symbolic transition of Kelly into womanhood.

Amidst the applause, the hall fell into a hushed anticipation as the priestess, a revered figure in their matriarchal society, stepped forward. Dressed in flowing crimson ceremonial robes, her presence exuded a sense of wisdom and authority. She was the same priestess who had officiated Jake and Klara’s union, and her words carried a weight that transcended generations.

“Sisters of the lunar cycle,” she began, her voice resonating through the hall, “today, we bear witness to the remarkable journey of Kelly Tsai as she steps into the fullness of her womanhood. The Feats of Strength have showcased her physical prowess, a testament to the strength that courses through the veins of all our mighty daughters.”

The priestess turned her gaze toward Kelly, a warmth in her eyes that conveyed both encouragement and recognition. “Kelly, you have faced the challenges thus far with unwavering determination and resilience. You have proven your ability to bear the weight of burdens, to lead with wisdom, and to endure in the face of adversity. Today, you stand not just as an individual but as a reflection of the power and grace of the women who came before you.”

The audience listened attentively, a profound sense of respect emanating from the women and girls gathered in the hall. The priestess continued, “Women have been blessed by nature with immense size and physical strength, but these blessings come with challenges and obligations. As you embody the blessings and burdens of your gender, Kelly, remember the legacy you carry—the legacy of women who have shaped destinies, challenged norms, and embraced the responsibilities that come with our natural strength.”

Kelly nodded, her eyes fixed on the priestess, absorbing the significance of the words being spoken. The priestess gestured with one hand toward the altar where two symbolic elements awaited—the Book of Matriarchs, a sacred tome, and the Timeless Torch, a representation of the enduring spirit of the women who had come before.

With measured steps, Kelly approached the altar.

“Kelly,” the priestess intoned, “read a passage from the Book of Matriarchs, and let the voices of your foremothers resonate through this sacred space.”

Kelly, her hands trembling slightly, turned the pages until she found a passage that spoke to her. As she read, her voice filled the hall:

“A passage from the Gospel of Miriam, blessed be Her name: ‘Do not mourn or grieve or be irresolute, for Nature’s grace will be with you all and will defend you. Let us rather praise Her greatness, for in the days of old She prepared us and made us for Her purposes: And yea, in the natural order ordained by Nature, the Mother of us all, women were endowed with stature and strength, towering over men in physical might.’”

The women in the hall, from the youngest girls to the revered elders, nodded in agreement as they listened with a sense of reverence. The Book of Matriarchs, a guiding scripture, had been recited at countless ceremonies, yet its words held a timeless resonance.

Kelly continued. “‘For Nature, in Her infinite wisdom, deemed it fitting that women should bear the mantle of leadership, guiding the course of destiny with grace and power. And in this great design, men, recognizing the divine balance, did bow in deference to the might of women. For humility was their virtue, and obedience their sacred offering.

“‘And in the sacred union of bodies, a profound covenant is formed—a covenant blessed by Nature, in which men offer their seed to the fertile wombs of women. Let it be known that in the womb of womanhood, the potential for creation lies dormant, awaiting the call of Nature to bring forth the next generation.’”

Kelly’s hand trembled slightly as she turned the page. “‘And so, sisters, go ye into all the world, and preach to every creature the covenant between women and men—a covenant ordained by Nature herself. For in the dance of life, women lead with strength, grace, and wisdom, while men, in their noble submission, offer the essence of creation to the fertile embrace of womanhood, aligned with the eternal rhythms of the moon.’”

The listening women and girls bowed their heads as she finished the passage and closed the Book of Matriarchs. The ancient wisdom attributed to Miriam resonated with the cultural beliefs ingrained in the very essence of their society. The Book of Matriarchs served not only as a religious text but as a guidepost for the path Kelly was destined to tread—a path where leadership, strength, and wisdom were intertwined in the fabric of womanhood.

The priestess, with a solemn demeanor, gestured toward the Timeless Torch. It was the most sacred object at each Matriarchal Hall, one that symbolized the unbroken legacy of female rule. The torch at this particular hall, crafted from a rare crystal that emitted an ethereal glow, had been brought across the ocean by early European settlers and had been ignited by countless young women upon their First Moon in the centuries since.

“Kelly Tsai,” the priestess intoned, “with the lighting of the Timeless Torch, you symbolize the unbroken legacy of female rule that has guided our society for generations. As you take this step into womanhood, know that the flame you ignite is not just for yourself but for the countless women who have come before you and the generations yet to come.”

Kelly, feeling the weight of the moment, nodded in understanding. She took a deep breath and extended her hand towards the Torch. As her fingers made contact, a surge of energy seemed to pass through her, connecting her to the long lineage of powerful women. She stood up straighter, and squared her shoulders back.

The room held its collective breath as Kelly, with a steady hand, took one of the flickering candles from the alter and used it to ignite the gas-soaked hessian inside the torch. A murmur of approval rippled through the audience as the torch burst to life, the crystal casting a radiant glow across the stage.

The priestess, her eyes reflecting the wisdom of centuries, spoke once more. “The flame you’ve ignited, Kelly, represents the endurance, strength, and wisdom of the women who have shaped our society. It is a beacon that has guided us through the ages, and now, you carry the responsibility to keep it burning bright.”

Kelly, holding the lit Torch aloft, felt a profound sense of connection to something larger than herself. The flame danced with a timeless energy, casting shadows on the walls that seemed to echo the stories of countless women who had stood in this very hall.

There was a basket of unlit candles at the priestess’s feet. She picked it up and showed it to the audience before returning her focus to Kelly. “Now, it is customary to invite family members and friends who have already experienced their first moons to honor this sacred moment by lighting candles from the Timeless Torch. It is a symbol of the interconnectedness of our community and the shared responsibility we bear.”

Kelly, without hesitation, turned toward Klara. “Mother!” she announced, and Klara wiped a tear from her eye as she accepted an unlit candle from the priestess.

Klara, holding the candle, looked into Kelly’s eyes with maternal warmth as she stepped forward. “This candle represents the special bond between mother and daughter, Kelly. May you someday know the pride for your daughter that I feel for you today.”

Kelly, her eyes reflecting the flickering light of the Timeless Torch, turned to face her grandmothers, Nai Nai and Gran. With a graceful gesture, she beckoned them forward.

“Nai Nai,” Kelly said, a sense of reverence in her voice. “Please honor this moment by lighting your candle from the Timeless Torch.”

Nai Nai, her eyes sparkling with pride, approached the stage. The priestess handed her an unlit candle, and she stepped forward to touch it to the eternal flame. As the candle caught the fire, Nai Nai spoke with a wisdom earned through the passage of many moons.

“Kelly, my granddaughter,” she began, “this candle represents the continuity of our lineage. Through you, the Tsai family name carries on.”

As Jake’s mother-in-law took her place beside Klara, Jake could see the eagerness on his own mother’s face.

“Gran,” Kelly said, her voice steady, “please join in this tradition and light your candle from the Timeless Torch.”

Gran, accepting the unlit candle from the priestess, moved forward. As she ignited it with the eternal flame, Jake could see the light dance across her muscular arms.

“Kelly, my powerful granddaughter,” Gran declared, “you may not have the Mitty name but the strength and athleticism of the Mitty bloodline flows inside you, symbolized by this candle.”

Jake’s mother stepped back, taking her place alongside Klara’s mother.

“Aunt Sarah,” Kelly called out. “Please honor me by lighting a candle from the Timeless Torch.”

Jake’s sister stepped forward and lit her candle. When she spoke, her voice resonated with the authority that she’d earned through years of babysitting the twins.
“Kelly, this candle signifies your journey so far, which I have been privileged to witness. You were an innocent baby when I met you, and now you are a magnificent young woman.”

As Sarah took her place next to her mother, Kelly called out for her other aunt.

“Aunt Emily,” Kelly addressed her. “Please share this proud moment with me by lighting a candle from the Timeless Torch.”

Emily, with her height commanding attention, bent down slightly to accept a candle from the priestess. After lighting it, she turned to Kelly.

“This candle signifies the journey yet to come. I can’t wait to see what you do next.”

Turning to her friends who had already experienced their First Moons, Kelly extended her hand toward them.

“Friends,” she said, “join me in this tradition. Light your candles and let our shared experiences illuminate our path forward.”

There were six of the them, the girls in her grade that she was closest to. One by one, they received unlit candles from the priestess and ignited them from the Timeless Torch, each expressing the unique bond they shared with Kelly. Some spoke of the trials and triumphs of adolescence, while others emphasized the joy of growing together as women in a society that valued sisterhood. As the last friend handed the candle to Kelly, the stage was aglow with the combined light of these symbolic flames. The Matriarchal Hall, filled with women of all ages, resonated with the collective energy of shared experiences and shared responsibilities.

But then, to the surprise of many, Kelly called out one additional name.

“Nadira,” Kelly said, a sense of reverence in her voice. “Last but certainly not least. I know we’re not particularly close, but I am so grateful for the friendship and guidance you have provided my beloved twin brother. You have enriched his life, which in turn has enriched mine. Please, honor this moment by lighting a candle from the Timeless Torch.”

Nadira, visibly touched by the unexpected gesture, stepped forward with a slight nod. She accepted the unlit candle from the priestess and carefully approached the Timeless Torch. As she ignited her candle, the glow reflected in her eyes.

“Kelly,” Nadira spoke, her voice sincere, “thank you for including me in this moment. Your brother is already like family to me, and participating in your First Moon ceremony is an honor I’ll cherish. May this candle represent the connections that go beyond blood, the bonds that shape our lives in unexpected and beautiful ways.”

With the addition of Nadira’s candle, the proceedings on stage were illuminated brightly. The Matriarchal Hall, bathed in the warm light of the flickering flames, buzzed with a sense of unity and celebration. The priestess, acknowledging the completion of the candle-lighting ritual, stepped forward once more.

“Sisters, let the light of these candles symbolize the interconnectedness of our community. As Kelly steps into womanhood, let us embrace the responsibilities we share in guiding and supporting each other. May the flame of unity burn bright in our hearts.”

The audience responded with a collective affirmation, their voices harmonizing in agreement. The Matriarchal Hall, adorned with vibrant red dresses and illuminated by the glow of candles, felt like a sanctuary of feminine strength and solidarity.

After the affirmation, the priestess gestured for Kelly to return to the center of the stage. The Timeless Torch, its flame now shared among the candles, continued to cast its radiant glow.

“Now, Kelly Tsai,” the priestess intoned, “the ceremony is nearly complete. I invite you to share your thoughts about what matriarchy means to you. While you entered this hall a girl, know that you speak now with the weight and authority of a woman.”

Kelly took a deep breath, her eyes scanning the faces of the women in the Matriarchal Hall. The weight of the moment settled on her shoulders, and she straightened her spine, feeling the gravity of the transition from girlhood to womanhood.

“As I step into womanhood,” she began, her voice carrying a mix of confidence and vulnerability, “I carry with me the wisdom of those who have walked this path before me and a responsibility to maintain the path for those who will walk it after me. I also carry the responsibility to nurture the bonds that tie us together. Matriarchy, for me, is a shared journey, a collective effort to create a world where every woman, regardless of her background, can flourish and thrive.”

She paused, reflecting on the journey that led her to this pivotal moment. “My mother, my aunts, and the women who have come before me have shown me the power of resilience and compassion. I am honored to stand with them now as an equal.”

The audience listened attentively, the flickering candlelight casting shadows on their intent faces.

She glanced at the candles that surrounded her, each representing a unique story and connection. “My father, my twin brother, and the other men in my life have shown me the virtues of humility and obedience. As I embrace the mantle of womanhood, my relationship with them evolves. No longer a child, I now stand above them as a superior, ready to guide and nurture.”

Jake and Kyle exchanged a wary glance, but the women and girls in red just nodded in agreement.

“As we celebrate my First Moon,” Kelly concluded, “let us remember that matriarchy is not about dominance or exclusion; it’s about balance. Loving female authority brings out the best in all of us.”
The priestess, her eyes reflecting the flame of the Timeless Torch, gave Kelly an approving pat on the back.

“Well spoken, Kelly. Now, before you extinguish the Timeless Torch and bid farewell to your girlhood, let us offer a moment of reflection.”

The Matriarchal Hall fell into a hushed silence. The flickering candlelight painted dancing shadows on the walls, creating an atmosphere of solemnity and anticipation.

“Reflect, dear Kelly,” the priestess spoke, her voice carrying the weight of tradition, “on the girl you were—the dreams, the laughter, the innocence. Embrace those memories, for they are the foundation upon which your womanhood stands.”

Kelly closed her eyes, a montage of her childhood playing in her mind like a cherished film. The adventures she’d had with her twin brother, her father’s kind presence and dedicated involvement, the fun and exciting experiences with her aunts, the comforting warmth of her grandmothers, the support and encouragement of her mother—each memory a stepping stone leading her to this pivotal juncture.

As Kelly opened her eyes, the priestess continued, “Now, with gratitude for the girl you were, extinguish the Timeless Torch. Let its flame be a beacon illuminating the path you’ve traveled, and as its light fades, step boldly into the woman you are becoming.”

With one powerful breath, Kelly extinguished the flame of the Timeless Torch. Around her, the women she had involved in the ceremony blew out their candles. The room was plunged into darkness.

The priestess’s voice rang out in the blackness, invoking a final blessing. “May the moonlight guide our paths, and may the wisdom of Mother Nature watch over us. As we conclude this First Moon celebration, let the bonds of sisterhood and the wisdom of our foremothers be a source of strength and inspiration for all.”

The electric lights flickered on a few seconds after she finished speaking, revealing the smiling faces of the women who had shared in Kelly’s First Moon ceremony. The audience erupted into a final round of applause, a symphony of supportive cheers and claps echoing through the hall. The priestess gracefully descended the stage, her ceremonial robes flowing behind her.

As the guests began to head to the banquet room for the feast, Kelly was enveloped in hugs and well-wishes from friends and family. Aunt Sarah, with tears of pride in her eyes, embraced Kelly tightly.

“You’ve made us all so proud, kiddo,” she whispered.

Aunt Emily, towering over Kelly, bent down to hug her. “The journey ahead is as bright as the torch you extinguished. Embrace it, Kelly.”

Nadira approached, a warm smile on her face. “Thanks again for including me, Kelly.”

As the guests moved towards the exit, their chatter filling the air, the DJ and her assistants got to work transforming the Matriarchal Hall for the party that would follow the feast.

As Jake stood at Klara’s side, he caught a whiff of the delicious aroma of the catered meal, and his mouth began to water.

As the last of the guests shared their congratulations, his eyes lingered on his daughter, now a woman in the eyes of their society. A mix of emotions played across his face—pride, nostalgia, and a touch of apprehension.

His thoughts swirled as he contemplated the changes this transition would bring to their family dynamics. He remembered the days of parenting two lively twins, the shared laughter and occasional arguments, the comforting routines of bedtime stories and family dinners.

Now, Kelly was stepping into a new phase of life, a woman with responsibilities and privileges that were beyond his experience. It would be a shift for the entire family. There was a bittersweet beauty in this transformation, a realization that his baby girl had grown into a woman with her own path to forge.

Jake took a deep breath, inhaling the atmosphere of celebration and love that surrounded him. He knew he needed to embrace the inevitability of change. He had to have faith in the woman that his daughter was becoming, and do his best to help their family grow and adapt in the light of this new phase in Kelly’s life.

The day before the trip, Jake found himself busy with last-minute preparations. Klara, having extensive experience with international travel, provided guidance on the essentials. However, one notable difference in their preparations stood out—Jake’s suitcase was less than half the size of the one that Klara usually took with her. In fact, Jake doubted that he’d even able to lift Klara’s suitcase fully packed. But fortunately for Jake, his much smaller clothing took up far less space.

The next morning, Ms. Reed picked Jake up shortly before dawn. Before he headed out the door, Klara bent down and gave him a kiss. For once, she would be the one staying home with the kids while he got to go off on an adventure.

The ride to the airport was uneventful, but when Jake and Ms. Reed walked through the sliding door into the main concourse, the height difference between them suddenly became even more pronounced. As they made their way through the crowded airport, Jake felt a bit like a small minnow swimming in a sea of big and powerful sharks. Ms. Reed, on the other hand, moved with confidence, effortlessly gliding through the airport with her long strides that he could barely keep up with at a jog.
When they checked their bags, Jake could barely see the airline representative over the counter that loomed over his head. Nothing here was designed to accommodate men’s shorter stature. But then again, men couldn’t travel without a female escort, so he supposed that the lack of consideration for men’s much smaller statures wasn’t really that big of a deal.

At the security checkpoint, the TSA agent scanned Ms. Reed’s passport and then examined Jake’s travel permit closely.

When she was finally satisfied that the document was genuine, she handed it back to him and then turned to Ms. Reed.

“You’re responsible for him the entire time you’re out of the country, don’t forget that.”

“I’m aware,” Ms. Reed said, flashing the agent a warm smile.

When they boarded the plane, even the overhead bins on the plane were a problem. Jake, being considerably shorter, needed assistance from one of the flight attendants to stow his bag. He could barely lift it over his head with both arms, but the flight attendant grabbed the handle with one hand and flung it into the bin like it didn’t weigh anything.

And while Ms. Reed comfortably reclined her seat during the flight, Jake struggled to find a comfortable position in such an oversized (for him) seat. Fortunately, the flight attendants were attentive to the unique needs of the handful of male passengers aboard the flight, and offered Jake additional cushions to provide him with a better view out of the window.

Jake grew particularly excited when he watched the plane cross over the Mississippi River. While his mother had brought him and Sarah along on a number of international trips during her days as an elite athlete, those had mostly been in Europe and Asia. This was the furthest west Jake had ever gone.

The plane landed smoothly in Wazhazhe Dsi, and Jake couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe as he stepped onto the tarmac. The heat hit him immediately, a stark contrast to back home where an autumn chill was already in the air. Ms. Reed, who seemed unfazed, guided Jake through the bustling airport.

As they exited into the city, Jake marveled at the vibrant culture and the blend of modern architecture with the rich heritage of the Wahzhazhe Nation, which went back centuries prior to the arrival of European settlers. The conference venue was a grand convention center nestled among towering skyscrapers, and they had booked rooms in the adjoining hotel.

Lodging presented the pair with another issue. Jake had booked them an executive suite, with large chambers for Ms. Reed and a smaller adjoining room with its own bathroom for Jake. But the hotel had screwed up the reservation, and none of the executive suites were available.

“I apologize for the inconvenience, Ms. Reed. It seems there was an oversight in our booking system,” the front desk manager said, looking slightly flustered.

The hotel staff scrambled to find a suitable solution as they explained the mix-up to Jake and Ms. Reed. They knew Ms. Reed was one of the conference’s VIPs, which made the mistake particularly embarrassing. But Jake’s boss handled the hiccup with the hotel reservation with her usual poise.

Ms. Reed, maintaining her composure, replied, “I understand that mistakes happen. Let’s see what alternative arrangements you can make for us.”

After reviewing the available alternatives on her computer, the front desk manager offered them a spacious deluxe room with two queen-size beds. While not ideal, it was the best they could do on short notice.

“It’ll be fine,” Ms. Reed assured Jake, who was quietly processing the situation. “We’re here for the conference, not to spend much time in our rooms.”

The hotel room, designed for female guests, had beds that seemed gigantic to Jake and far too tall. The top of the bed was roughly shoulder-height for Jake. It took some acrobatics for him to climb onto it, and once on top, his feet dangled over the edge. Ms. Reed, however, settled into her bed with ease, looking perfectly at home.

Over the next few days, Jake and Ms. Reed navigated the bustling schedule of the conference. Jake marveled at the diversity of attendees and speakers, representing various industries and backgrounds. In addition to plenty of people from the Matriarchal States and the Wahzhazhe Nation, there were attendees and presenters hailing from all of the dozen other North American countries: the fiercely independent cowgirls of the Republic of Texas; the French-tinged cultures of the Quapaw Nation, Quebec, and Acadia; the proud women of Oceti Sakowin Oyate from the northern prairies, descendants of the great warriors who had halted the westward expansion of the Matriarchal States; the polite and pale Canadians; the laid back and tanned women of the California Republic that dominated the West Coast; the southern peoples of Mexico, the Aztec Empire, and the Mayan Republic; and the northern peoples of the Umatilla Confederation and Inuit Nunangat.

As the conference unfolded, Jake found himself captivated by the melting pot of cultures and invigorated by the flurry of ideas and innovations that emerged from it. And amidst the sessions and networking events, Jake observed how the Wahzhazhe Nation had used its oil wealth to transform itself into a hub of technological advancements and sustainable practices. The emphasis on environmental conservation and responsible resource management left a lasting impression on him.

During one of the networking events, Jake was approached by a prominent environmental scientist from the Umatilla Confederation. Dr. Sela Crowfeather, a tall and articulate woman, engaged him in a conversation about the challenges faced by the Matriarchal States in balancing economic growth with environmental preservation. Jake, though initially surprised by the scientist’s interest in his perspective, found himself articulating his thoughts about the intricate dynamics of this delicate balance. Dr. Crowfeather appreciated Jake’s insights, recognizing that even seemingly mundane roles, like his administrative work, played a part in shaping the policies that influenced the environment. Dr. Crowfeather confessed that the more rigid gender divides of the Matriarchal States and even the Wahzhazhe Nation made her uneasy. While her people recognized the vast physical differences between men and women, she had grown up in an environment where all voices carried equal weight.

On the last full evening of the trip, after a full day of panels, Ms. Reed suggested exploring Wazhazhe Dsi’s cultural offerings. The city, with its blend of ancient traditions and modernity, offered a vibrant nightlife. They ventured into a lively district where live local music echoed through the streets, blending with the laughter and chatter of the diverse crowd.

Ms. Reed, with her knack for seamlessly blending into any environment, led the way through the bustling streets. Jake, always slightly behind due to his shorter strides, marveled at the vibrant atmosphere. As they walked, they passed stalls selling intricate crafts, street food vendors offering tantalizing Wahzhazhe delicacies, and musicians filling the air with the soulful tunes of native instruments.

They eventually found themselves at a traditional Wahzhazhe dance performance. The rhythmic beats of drums and the elegant movements of the dancers created a mesmerizing spectacle. The audience, a diverse mix of locals and conference attendees, clapped and cheered in appreciation.

As the night progressed, Ms. Reed and Jake stumbled upon a quaint café where they decided to take a break. The café, adorned with traditional Wahzhazhe artwork, offered a cozy ambiance. When the waitress brought over a booster seat for Jake, he needed her to show him how to use it. The Wahzhazhe design was considerably different than the ones he was used to.

After the harried day Jake had had hustling to make sure Ms. Reed had everything she needed, it was nice to relax over a nice meal. After they’d finished the main course, Ms. Reed leaned back in her chair, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Jake, I must say, you’ve handled yourself exceptionally well during the conference. A number of the other attendees told me how jealous they were of my insightful and diligent little assistant.”

Jake smiled at the compliment, appreciating Ms. Reed’s acknowledgment. “Well, it’s been an exciting new experience for me, and I’m glad I could contribute in some way.”

After the plates were cleared, the waitress brought over a large mug of black coffee for Ms. Reed and a small cup of herbal tea for Jake. As they sipped on the drinks, Ms. Reed’s expression shifted to a more reflective tone. “You know, Jake, this trip has been eye-opening in many ways. The Wahzhazhe Nation has managed to achieve a remarkable balance between economic prosperity and environmental responsibility. It’s something the Matriarchal States can learn from.”

Jake nodded, in agreement with Ms. Reed’s observation. “It’s impressive how their wealth from oil hasn’t led to reckless exploitation. They’ve invested in sustainable practices and technology.”

“Exactly,” Ms. Reed agreed. “And it’s not just about their approach to resources. They’ve found a way to fully embrace their cultural roots while modernizing to keep up with the latest technology and innovation.”

As the conversation progressed, Jake felt gratified at the way Ms. Reed was speaking with him: like an equal.

The night air was alive with the rhythm of the city as Jake and Ms. Reed strolled back to the hotel. The vibrant colors of Wazhazhe Dsi’s nightlife swirled all around them. Ms. Reed, seemingly lost in thought, finally broke the silence.

“I hope you realize how grateful I am that you were assigned to my team,” she began, “and not just because you’re so hard-working and obedient.”

Jake was taken aback by Ms. Reed’s unexpected words. While the compliment about his work ethic wasn’t surprising, the mention of gratitude for more than just his diligence intrigued him.

“I’ve come to value your perspectives and insights,” Ms. Reed continued. “This trip made me realize that your unique point of view, especially in a setting where the dynamics are so different from what we’re used to, is incredibly valuable.”

Jake, appreciative of the repeated acknowledgment, replied, “I’m glad I could contribute in a meaningful way. It’s been an eye-opener for me too.”

As they reached the hotel, Ms. Reed suggested they grab a drink together at the hotel bar to unwind further. Jake was happy to accept, even though he did feel a bit embarrassed when he needed her to lift him up onto the bar stool.

The subdued chatter of other patrons and the gentle clinking of glasses created a relaxed atmosphere. Jake, perched on his stool, gazed around at the upscale setting, feeling a mix of excitement and gratitude for the unexpected turn of events on this business trip.

“How is Nadira adjusting to living with you full time?” Jake asked, once Ms. Reed had paid for their drinks. “I know she was originally only supposed to stay with you a couple months.”

Ms. Reed took a thoughtful sip of her drink, her gaze momentarily distant. “Nadira is adjusting well. She’s a resilient and adaptable girl. I think she appreciates having a stable environment, especially with our mother being overseas for the foreseeable future. It’s also given us a chance to bond; the age gap between us is significant enough that we never had much in common before I left for university. And Kyle has been a huge help; I can see the positive impact he’s having on her. I don’t think she had any friendships that deep back in Matripolis.”

During their conversation at the hotel bar, Jake and Ms. Reed delved into more personal matters. They shared stories about their families, their childhoods, and even some of their dreams and aspirations. The night, filled with laughter and candid conversation, allowed them to connect on a deeper level.

As they sat in the dimly lit bar, Jake couldn’t help but appreciate how Ms. Reed, usually the epitome of professionalism and authority, was opening up to him. The more they talked, the more he realized that there was a genuine friendship developing between them.

After a couple of drinks, they decided to call it a night. Back in their shared room, Jake changed into his flannel pajama bottoms while Ms. Reed was in the bathroom. He was startled when she emerged a few minutes later wearing a yellow silk bathrobe that left little to the imagination.

“I hope you don’t mind me changing into my bathrobe,” she began, looking down at him with a smile that seemed almost playful. “But I’d rather be comfortable while I put the finishing touches on my speech for tomorrow.”

Jake, momentarily taken aback by Ms. Reed’s choice of attire, quickly averted his eyes. “No, not at all. Make yourself comfortable,” he stammered, trying to sound nonchalant.

Ms. Reed, seemingly unfazed by Jake’s reaction, settled into a chair at the desk in their hotel room. The dim glow of the lamp illuminated her features as she began typing on her laptop, engrossed in finalizing her keynote speech for the conference.

On the other side of the room, Jake tried to get the more intimate details of his boss’s frankly impressive physique out of his head. He could already feel himself getting lightheaded as blood rushed south. The last thing he wanted was for his boss to see him so blatantly aroused. Besides, he was a happily married man, and he couldn’t lose track of that just because he happened to be sharing a hotel room with a beautiful woman.

Once Ms. Reed finished her work, she closed her laptop and leaned back, stretching her arms above her head. “Phew, that’s done. I always like to add a personal touch to these speeches. It helps to connect with the audience, you know?”

Jake nodded, trying not to think about the alluring way her bathrobe moved against her otherwise bare skin. “It’s a great strategy. Makes the content more relatable.”

As Ms. Reed stretched, the silk of her bathrobe clung gently to her form, emphasizing the curves that Jake had studiously been trying to avoid noticing. “I appreciate your input, Jake. As I said earlier, your perspective has been invaluable. Especially in crafting messages that resonate with a diverse audience like the one at this conference.”

Jake cleared his throat, fighting the distraction of her presence. “I’m glad I could contribute. I’ve definitely learned a lot.”

Ms. Reed rose from her chair, the bathrobe flowing around her. She walked towards the window, looking out at the city lights of Wazhazhe Dsi. “You know, Jake, this trip has given me a chance to reflect not just on our work but on life in general.”

Jake, sensing a more personal turn in the conversation, craned his neck to make eye contact with his much taller boss. “In what way?”

Ms. Reed turned to face him, her expression thoughtful. “It’s about balance. We’ve seen how the Wahzhazhe Nation has found a way to balance progress, culture, and the environment. And personally, I’ve been reflecting on the balance between work and life, ambition and personal connections.”

Jake nodded in understanding. “Balance is crucial, especially in our line of work. But finding that equilibrium can be challenging.”

A hint of vulnerability crossed Ms. Reed’s features. “It’s not just about work, Jake. It’s about personal fulfillment. Ambition can drive us, but it shouldn’t overshadow the importance of personal well-being and our need for human connection.”

Her words lingered in the air, and Jake sensed that she was sharing more than just professional insights. It was as if the polished exterior of Imani Reed was cracking a little, and showing a glimpse of the real person behind the executive persona.

“I’ve been so focused on my career since I finished university,” Ms. Reed continued. “And while I wouldn’t change the success and opportunities it has brought, I can’t ignore the other aspects of life that matter.”

She knelt down on one knee next to him, so that they were suddenly face to face. Jake caught a whiff of her perfume.

“Klara is a lucky woman,” Ms. Reed whispered gently.

Jake shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, feeling the warmth of Ms. Reed’s presence. Her words hung in the air, and the unexpected closeness made him acutely aware of the overwhelming physicality of the bathrobe-clad woman in front of him. It was a peculiar mix of admiration for her honesty and a subtle discomfort brought on by the intimacy of the conversation.

“Thank you,” Jake managed to reply, his voice a bit uneven. “Klara and I, we make it work. It’s about finding the right balance, like you said.”

Ms. Reed’s eyes bore into his, and there was a depth of understanding in her gaze that made Jake feel like she could see beyond the professional façade he often wore.

“I’ve been thinking,” Ms. Reed continued, her tone softer now. “About the future, about what truly matters. My career is fulfilling, but there are other aspects of life that shouldn’t be neglected. You know how late I’m at the office most nights. And when I go home, it can be lonely.”

Jake nodded, silently urging himself to maintain composure. The air seemed charged with unspoken thoughts and unexplored emotions. As Jake processed her words, he couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of connection with his boss, a connection that transcended their professional roles.

Sensing the weight of the moment, Ms. Reed shifted slightly, sitting back on her heels. “Jake, I want you to understand that I’m not just saying this out of a sudden impulse. The dynamics of our work and personal lives, especially for someone in my position, can be challenging. It’s not easy to balance ambition and personal happiness.”

Jake, still perched on his chair, met her gaze with a mixture of empathy and curiosity. “I can imagine it’s tough. Your dedication to your career is admirable, but everyone deserves fulfillment in all aspects of life.”

A small smile played on Ms. Reed’s lips. “You’ve always been perceptive, Jake. That’s one of the qualities I value in you. And I’ve come to realize that having someone who understands the complexities, both professionally and personally, is rare.”

Jake felt a jolt of adrenaline as Ms. Reed reached out and rested her large hand on his shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. The unspoken tension in the air intensified. Jake, feeling a mixture of vulnerability and curiosity, looked up at her. The hotel room seemed to shrink in that moment, so that nothing existed except for Jake and his boss.

“Jake,” Ms. Reed continued, her voice softer than before, “I appreciate the balance you bring into my professional life. But there’s a side of me that yearns for more. More connection, more understanding. It’s not easy to find someone who can navigate both worlds with me.”

Jake, fully aware of the line they were tiptoeing, hesitated before responding. “I understand the complexities, Ms. Reed. And I value our personal friendship as well as our working relationship. But I feel like I need to remind you that Klara and I are happy and… monogamous.”

Ms. Reed withdrew her hand and sighed, as if expecting this response. She leaned back, her gaze fixed on some distant point. “Jake, I appreciate your honesty. I didn’t mean to overstep any boundaries or make you feel uncomfortable.”

“It’s not that I don’t find you attractive,” Jake began, only to be cut off by a giggle from Ms. Reed.

She nodded toward the prominent bulge in his pants. “That much is clear,” she said. “But really, it’s fine. I’m not offended in the slightest. I was the one who was acting unprofessionally. And as much as part of me wanted something to happen tonight, I think I would have been disappointed if it had. Because it would have meant that you weren’t the morally steadfast gentleman that I know you to be.”

The air in the room hung heavy with a complex mix of emotions. Jake, feeling a combination of relief and lingering tension, took a deep breath. Ms. Reed, though her initial advance had been rebuffed, seemed composed as she leaned back, her eyes focused on Jake.

“Jake, I want to be clear,” she said, her tone measured. “I respect your commitment to your marriage, I value our professional relationship, and I don’t want this to affect our working dynamic.”

Jake nodded, grateful for her understanding. “I appreciate that, Ms. Reed.”

The two of them didn’t speak much the rest of the night. As Jake lay in bed, he couldn’t help but wonder how this revelation might impact their working relationship. Would things return to the way they were, or would there be a shift in dynamics?

The next morning, they attended the last day of the conference as planned. Ms. Reed delivered her keynote speech with eloquence and confidence, and Jake, sitting in the audience, felt a sense of pride for his boss. The conference was a success, and Jake could hear the attendees around him praising the insights shared by Ms. Reed in her closing remarks.

As they boarded the return flight, the atmosphere between them seemed a mix of professionalism and an unspoken acknowledgment of the charged moment between them in the hotel room. Jake, while committed to maintaining boundaries, couldn’t help but reflect on the complexity of human connections.