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.

Elsewhere, the twins were thriving during their fifth-grade year. Kelly was the most popular girl in their class, admired by students and faculty alike. At home, Jake found himself looking up to his daughter more and more, and not just because the top of his head no longer even reached the waistband of her pants. Kelly had a natural charisma that made others seek her approval, and a way of presenting her ideas that made them seem like the only sensible course. Klara and Jake both increasingly saw a future in politics for their daughter someday.

And Kyle had a new best friend who was coaxing him out of his shell a bit more. Over the summer, Ms. Reed’s younger sister Nadira had come to live with her while their mother took an important overseas assignment. When Jake and his boss realized that Nadira would be in the twins’ class, they had arranged a play date. Nadira and Kyle had clicked immediately, and now hung out together constantly. Nadira’s vivacity complemented Kyle’s quieter demeanor, and Jake was thrilled at how Nadira had coaxed out a more outgoing side of his previously reticent son.

One day, an unexpected opportunity arose to see the twins’ progress for himself. At the breakfast table, Klara let out an irritated groan after opening an email from school. “Angelica Livingston has scheduled the fifth grade career day for March 9th, right in the middle of my overseas trip to lay the groundwork for our European expansion. Jake, do you think you’d be able to go in my stead?”

The request caught Jake by surprise; in the past, Klara had always been the one to represent their family at such events; she was the one who stand tall, literally and figuratively, after all.

“It shouldn’t be a problem, Klara. I’m sure Ms. Reed will be speaking on Nadira’s behalf, so I’ll be able to catch a ride with her.”

Kyle looked excited by this development, but Kelly clearly wasn’t pleased.

“This sucks!” she exclaimed. “We’re probably going to be the only kids in the class with their dad showing up. It’s going to be so embarrassing!”

Klara looked at Kelly, her expression softening with empathy. She understood that, for Kelly, having her dad stand in on Career Day wasn’t quite the same as having Klara, a high-ranking executive, presenting a glamorous picture of a successful woman in the workforce.

“I know it’s not ideal, sweetie,” Klara began, reaching across the table to place a comforting hand on Kelly’s. “But sometimes life throws us curve balls, and we have to make the best of the situation. Besides, your dad will offer a different perspective on the workforce than all of the moms will.”

“Why can’t Aunt Sarah fill in instead?” Kelly demanded.

“My sister has a busy schedule, as you well know. And I’ll remind you that being an administrative assistant is a crucial role. I help Ms. Reed manage her schedule and workload efficiently,” Jake said with a half-smile, hoping to showcase the importance of his work.

Kelly rolled her eyes. “Dad, it’s not the same. Mom’s going to be in Europe, and you’ll be here, talking about… schedules and stuff. It’s not cool.”

Jake sighed inwardly, understanding that his job might not have the same glamorous appeal as Klara’s high-powered executive role. He decided to take a different approach.

Jake felt a mix of apprehension and determination as he looked at Kelly, trying to find the right words. “I get it, Kel. I’m not the high-flying executive Mom is, but I’ve been working hard and making progress at the office. It might not be as glamorous, but it’s important, and I want to share that with your class.”

Klara sighed, recognizing the limits of her daughter’s understanding. “Sweetie, Dad stepping in for Career Day is the best solution we have right now. You and Kyle will just have to make the best of it.”

As Career Day approached, Jake couldn’t shake a mix of nerves and anticipation. He had attended countless meetings and presentations at the office, but standing in front of a room full of fifth-graders was an entirely different challenge. It would also be his first time in a classroom with students since his days as a volunteer assistant.

On the morning of the event, Jake was wearing his best suit and tie, trying to exude an air of professionalism. When he and Ms. Reed left the office early to head to the school, Jake couldn’t help but notice the puzzled looks on the faces of his colleagues. He knew what they were thinking: What is a man doing going to career day?

As Jake and Ms. Reed arrived at the school, they were greeted by a flurry of activity. The hallways were adorned with colorful posters and decorations, a stark contrast to the spartan aesthetic at the office. And he remembered from his volunteering days how excited the kids got at any deviation from the normal routine.

Jake, feeling a bit self-conscious, followed Ms. Reed to the auditorium where the parents were congregating. He spotted a couple other men, but the crowd was overwhelmingly female. Once everybody had taken their seats, the headmistress addressed the assembled parents.

Agatha Steelgrave welcomed them with a warm smile. “Thank you all for taking time out of your busy days to share your experiences with our fifth graders. And is that Jake Mitty I see in the third row?”

Jake shifted uncomfortably in his seat as the headmistress called attention to him. It wasn’t that he disliked being recognized; rather, it was the tone in which Headmistress Steelgrave did it that rubbed him the wrong way. The comment about his presence felt more like a condescending observation than a genuine acknowledgment. He was already acutely aware of how he stood out like an undersized thumb in this sea of towering, accomplished women.

The headmistress continued her address, her gaze lingering on Jake as she spoke. “It’s always refreshing to have a male perspective on Career Day. I’m sure the children will benefit from his insights into the more… limited roles within the workforce.”

Once Headmistress Steelgrave concluded her welcome speech, the parents were directed to their respective classrooms. Jake followed Ms. Reed to the twins’ fifth-grade classroom. The excitement in the air was palpable as the parents lined up in front of the chalkboard. Jake quickly realized he was the only man present. And judging by their attire, all of the mothers had more prestigious jobs than he did. Even the construction worker displayed a raw strength and physical might that he couldn’t hope to match.

As Jake stood next to Ms. Reed at the front of the classroom, he noticed that many of the children’s curious eyes followed his every move even as the mothers ahead of him spoke about their careers. Kyle sat with an expectant smile, hopeful that his father would impress his classmates. On the other hand, Kelly slouched in her seat, her expression a mix of embarrassment and frustration.

Ms. Reed spoke directly before him. She looked stylish in her sleeveless black suit. Her poised demeanor accentuated her authority. As she began her presentation, she spoke eloquently about her role as a supervisor in the Administrative Support Unit. Her responsibilities ranged from overseeing complex projects to managing high-level meetings with executives. The children listened with wide eyes as she effortlessly conveyed the significance of her position.

“As the supervisor of the Administrative Support Unit,” she began, “I oversee a team of dedicated professionals who play a pivotal role in ensuring that the company has what it needs to function smoothly. This means making critical decisions; I’m often involved in strategic planning and have top-level responsibility for shaping the direction of my unit.”

She went on to describe the dynamic nature of her job, how each day brought new challenges that required quick thinking and adaptability. Ms. Reed’s speech painted a picture of a high-powered executive who held significant authority, someone who played an integral part in the organization’s success.

The mothers in the room listened with admiration, nodding approvingly at the dynamic career Ms. Reed was describing. The children, too, seemed captivated by Ms. Reed’s powerful presence. Kelly, in particular, stared at Ms. Reed with a mix of awe and envy.

Jake couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of self-consciousness. As Ms. Reed spoke, he became acutely aware of the contrast between her prestigious role and his own lowlier position as an administrative assistant. The discrepancy in authority and responsibility felt magnified in the classroom setting, especially with all of the judging eyes and eyes.

Jake could sense a shift in the room’s energy when it was his turn to speak, a subtle lowering of expectations. As the twins got up and took their place at the side of the classroom, Nadira lingered, offering Kyle and his sister moral support.

Jake took a deep breath, attempting to steady his nerves. “Hello, everyone. I’m Jake Tsai, Kelly and Kyle’s dad, and I report to Ms. Reed as her administrative assistant.”

He noticed some puzzled looks among the children, and paused as one of the girls in the class raised her hand.

“Yes?” he asked, pointing to the girl.

The girl stood up, and he found himself craning his neck to make eye contact with the much taller student.

“Aren’t you, like, a lot older than Nadira’s sister?” the girl inquired. “How is she your boss?”

Jake hesitated, momentarily caught off guard by the unexpected question. He glanced at Ms. Reed, who maintained a composed expression, neither confirming nor denying the implied age difference.

“Well, uh, that’s a good observation,” Jake stammered, trying to find the right words. “You see, age doesn’t always determine your position at work. It’s more about the skills and expertise you bring to the table.” 

The girl raised an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with his response. “So, even though you’ve been working a lot longer, Ms. Reed got promoted over you because she’s just a lot more capable than you are?”

“Well, it’s not just about capability,” he began, choosing his words more carefully. “It’s also about leadership qualities.”

The girl nodded, a smirk forming at the corner of her mouth. “Yeah, I can see how it would be hard for someone as tiny as you are to be a leader.”

Jake felt a twinge of discomfort at the girl’s remark. He was accustomed to handling meetings and discussions in a professional setting, but facing a group of fifth-graders with unfiltered honesty was an unexpected challenge. Nor did it help that so many of the mothers in the classroom were struggling to contain their laughter at the girl’s pointed remark.

Trying to regain control of the situation, Jake pressed on. “Well, leadership comes in many forms. It’s not always about physical size. And every role has something to contribute to a successful workplace.”

A murmur of skepticism rippled through the classroom. Despite the unexpected challenge from the blunt fifth-grader, Jake continued to plow ahead, determined to salvage his presentation.

“Let me tell you about my role,” Jake continued, shifting the focus away from the uncomfortable topic. “As Ms. Reed’s administrative assistant, I play a crucial role providing the support she needs to do her job effectively. I manage schedules, coordinate meetings, and ensure that everything runs efficiently behind the scenes.”

He tried to infuse enthusiasm into his words, hoping to convey the significance of his responsibilities. Still, he couldn’t help but notice that the children’s attention seemed to waver. And the mothers’ reactions were particularly disheartening. Some exchanged glances that seemed to say, “Is this really all he does?” He felt a growing sense of frustration, mixed with rising panic.

“And you know what? Being an administrative assistant has its own set of challenges. I need to be organized, detail-oriented, and quick on my feet. It might not sound as exciting as what Ms. Reed does, but it’s a vital piece of the puzzle. “

Just when it all seemed to have gone off the rails, Nadira spoke up in support from the side of the classroom. “My sister has told me more than once that Jake — Mr. Tsai — is a real lifesaver for her.”

“That’s right,” Ms. Reed added. “He’s like the secret weapon of the office. I’m lucky to have him working for me.”

The room seemed to shift slightly in response to Ms. Reed’s supportive words. Jake felt a surge of gratitude towards his boss and her younger sister; their acknowledgment helped validate his role in the eyes of the children and their mothers.

Emboldened, Jake continued, “You see, every job, no matter how big or small, contributes to the overall success of the team. Whether you’re leading a project, managing schedules, or ensuring that everyone has the tools they need, it’s all part of making things work.”

Jake turned his attention to Kyle and Kelly. It was clear that Kyle was proud of his old man, even though Kelly still looked pretty disgruntled.

“And you know what’s the best part? I get to see the results of my work every day. When things run smoothly, it’s a win for the whole team.”

As he spoke, Jake could sense a subtle shift in the atmosphere. The children were listening more intently now, perhaps seeing a different side of the professional world—one that wasn’t just about corner offices and executive decisions.

He decided to wrap up his presentation on a positive note. “So, even though I might not have a fancy title, I take pride in what I do. And who knows, maybe one day some of you will find yourselves in roles that you never expected, doing important work that makes a difference.”

As Jake finished his speech, the room was filled with a mix of polite applause and curious gazes. The children seemed to be processing this new perspective on careers, while some of the mothers wore expressions that suggested a degree of reconsideration.

As the next parent started speaking, a pretty Hispanic woman who was an important federal judge, Jake was relieved to have the attention off of him.

As the career presentations continued, Jake couldn’t help but reflect on the diversity of roles and experiences being shared. From astronauts to physicians to dance choreographers, each parent offered a unique perspective on the professional world. The children, in turn, absorbed these diverse narratives, expanding their understanding of what it meant to have a career.

When the presentations concluded, the parents were invited to join their children for a small reception in the school’s cafeteria. Jake was gratified when many of the boys in the twins’ class approached him, genuinely interested in hearing more about his role as an administrative assistant.

“I didn’t know I could have a career too,” one told him, a thoughtful expression on the boy’s face.

On the drive home, Ms. Reed caught Jake’s eye in the rear view mirror. “You handled that well, Jake. It’s not easy being the lone representative of a less traditional role, but you made a real impact today.”

Jake appreciated Ms. Reed’s words, grateful for her support during a moment that initially felt like an uphill battle.

“You know, your dad is really cool,” Nadira said to Kelly in the middle row of the SUV, flashing a warm smile. “He might not be in the limelight, but he’s doing important stuff. Imani really depends on him.”

Kelly looked at Nadira skeptically. “Really?”

Nadira nodded. “Yeah! I mean, my dad just follows my mom around, doing whatever she tells him to. Your dad’s actually contributing to something.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of Kelly’s mouth. The realization that her dad’s work, though different from her mom’s, had its own significance began to settle in.

When the SUV came to a top in their driveway, Jake and the twins said their goodbyes to Ms. Reed and Nadira. As Kelly unlocked the front door, Jake let out a heavy sigh. The day had been a roller coaster of emotions for Jake. From the initial discomfort of being the only man in the room to the subtle shift in perception as he spoke about his role, he had navigated uncharted territory.

“I’m proud of you, Dad,” Kyle said with a genuine smile later that evening, breaking the silence that had lingered since they had begun preparing dinner together.

“Thanks, buddy,” Jake replied, as he put a pot of water on the stove to boil.

“I guess it wasn’t as bad as I thought,” Kelly added as she came in the kitchen to check on their progress. “You did okay, all things considered.”

Jake chuckled, appreciating Kelly’s straightforwardness. “Well, I’ll take an ‘okay’ from you as a win.”

“You still don’t get to go on cool trips for work like Mom does,” Kelly added, rather snarkily.

Jake just shrugged. “Hey, you never know. It could happen.”

And later that year, shortly after the start of sixth grade for the twins, it would.

“Hey, Sarah, what’s up?” Jake greeted her, always happy to chat with his sister.

“Hey, bro!” Sarah’s voice exuded excitement. “I’ve got some news to share, and I couldn’t wait to tell you.”

Jake smiled to himself. He knew their mother had been pressuring her to get a job for a while now, and it sounded like she had found one.

Sarah’s excitement was palpable through the phone. “You won’t believe it! I got the job!”

Jake has guessed correctly. “Slow down a minute. What job? Where?”

“The project specialist position! At your company!” Sarah exclaimed, her voice filled with triumph.

Jake’s initial joy for his sister was soon clouded by a growing sense of unease. He had tried to apply for that very position and had been denied due to the company’s policy. How had Sarah managed to secure it?

“You got the project specialist job?” Jake asked, trying to keep the jealousy from his voice.

“Yep!” Sarah replied, seemingly oblivious to Jake’s internal turmoil. “I had a really great rapport with the hiring committee at the interview. But truth be told, I think the glowing recommendation that Klara gave me might have been what put me over the top.”

Jake clenched his jaw, struggling to process the news. Klara, his wife, had used her influence to help Sarah secure the position after refusing to advocate on his behalf. It was a bitter pill to swallow.

“That’s… great, Sarah,” Jake managed to say, though his enthusiasm felt forced.

“I know, right?” Sarah continued. “I can’t wait to start. And I heard the pay is fantastic! I’ll be able to move out of Mom’s house a lot sooner than I’d thought.”

As Sarah gushed about her new job and the exciting opportunities that lay ahead, Jake couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions. He was genuinely happy for his sister, but at the same time, a growing sense of inadequacy gnawed at him. He had returned to the company with the hope of reclaiming his former position and status, but now, his younger sister was starting several rungs above him.

After they hung up, Jake returned to his desk, trying to refocus on his work. The office felt different now, as if the walls held his sister’s achievements and his own frustrations. He knew that he had to come to terms with his feelings and find a constructive outlet for them.

That night, as Jake was serving Klara and the twins dinner, he decided to broach the subject with Klara directly.

“Klara,” Jake began tentatively, as he sat down opposite her at the table. “I had a conversation with Sarah today. She told me about her new job and how you helped her secure it.”

Klara nodded, her expression attentive. “Yes, I was happy to recommend her. She’s a bright young woman with a lot of potential.”

Jake paused, choosing his words carefully. “I can’t help but feel a bit jealous, Klara. You told me I have to be content as an office assistant, while you feel she’s ready to jump right in as a project specialist.”

Klara regarded Jake with a thoughtful expression, her fork paused mid-air. She had anticipated that this conversation might come up sooner or later. “Jake,” she began, her tone gentle but firm, “I understand why you might feel that way, but I want you to know that I have the best interests of both of you in mind. I’m eager to see both of you succeed.”

Jake couldn’t help but feel a twinge of frustration at Klara’s response. It seemed like a carefully constructed diplomatic answer, and he wanted something more concrete to understand the reasoning behind her actions.

“Klara, I appreciate the sentiment, but the bottom line is that you advocated for her and not for me. You had the power to help me, and you didn’t.”

Klara sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. “Jake, I understand that it might seem unfair, but there are complexities at play here. The company has established policies that restrict certain career jumps for male employees. It’s part of a broader strategy to address the challenges that men face in today’s workforce.”

“I don’t think you’re being fair to Mom,” Kelly chimed in. “It sounds like Aunt Sarah barely needed her help to put her over the top, while you’re asking Mom to override the whole way the company does things.”

“Kelly, this is about more than corporate policies,” Jake replied, his voice carrying a note of exasperation. “It’s about principles. It’s about the belief that people should be hired and promoted based on their skills and qualifications, not their gender or family connections.”

Klara was getting irritated now. “I share your commitment to merit-based hiring, Jake. But let’s look at the situation honestly, shall we? You’re a man approaching middle age with a degree that is now decades out of date with a several year gap in his resume. Sarah is an extremely promising young woman who graduated near the top of her class, with prestigious summer internships going all the way back to early high school. Taking emotions out of the equation, can you really tell me you don’t see why she was the stronger candidate?”

Jake felt a mix of frustration and resignation wash over him. Klara’s arguments were hard to refute, and he couldn’t deny the stark differences in qualifications between him and Sarah. It was difficult for him to reconcile his principles of merit-based hiring with the reality of the situation.

“I understand what you’re saying, Klara,” Jake admitted, his voice tinged with defeat. “But it’s still disheartening to see her start so far ahead while I’m stuck in an entry-level role.”

Klara’s expression softened, and she reached across the table to gently place her hand on Jake’s. “I know this is challenging for you, Jake, and I wish it could be different. But remember, your return to work has been part of a larger initiative to integrate men into the workforce in a more substantial way. Long-term, I think it’s going to open a lot of doors that may have been unfairly closed to your gender. But in the short-term, you need to accept that it comes with its own set of policies and expectations.”

“It’s not your fault you were born with a Y chromosome,” Kelly added. “And you shouldn’t measure your success against Mom’s or against Sarah’s. It would be like Kyle trying to compete with me.”

Jake nodded, acknowledging Klara and Kelly’s points. He realized that comparing himself to his wife, or even to his younger sister, was an exercise in futility. Fair or not, he had to deal with the world as it was rather than how he wished it would be.

“You’re right,” Jake finally conceded, his tone softening. “I need to focus on my own journey and make the most of the opportunities I have.”

Klara smiled, relieved to see Jake coming to terms with the situation. “That’s the spirit, Jake. Remember, we’re a team, and we support each other in different ways. And office assistants have an important role to play supporting the women of our company.”

In the following weeks, Jake tried to shift his perspective and make the best of his situation as an office assistant. He found solace in the camaraderie he developed with some of his colleagues, especially Billy, the shy young man who had started alongside him. Jake’s experience proved valuable to his coworkers, and he began to see himself as a mentor to the young men who were just starting their careers.

Jake’s commitment and hard work did not go unnoticed by Ms. Reed, who continued to provide mentorship and opportunities for growth. She saw his potential and encouraged him to take on more responsibilities within the team. Over time, Jake became a linchpin of the office assistant group, helping to streamline processes and improve efficiency.

So when Ms. Moncada asked Ms. Reed to select someone from her team for a special assignment, nobody was surprised when she offered it to Jake.

“The Operational Analytics Unit needs temporary clerical support over the next couple months while they’re under a tight deadline,” she explained. “And Kat has asked each team leader to reassign one of their office assistants to pitch in. The work is going to be a lot more diverse than what anybody is used to down here, and I know you had worked in that Unit before the twins were born.”

Jake was intrigued by the opportunity Ms. Reed presented to him. It was an area he had experience in before his career break, and offered a respite from the narrow focus of his current duties. He felt a renewed sense of excitement about contributing his skills to the team.

“Thank you, Ms. Reed,” Jake said, his voice tinged with gratitude. “I’m eager to take on this challenge and provide support to the Operational Analytics Unit.”

Ms. Reed smiled, clearly pleased with his enthusiasm. “I knew you’d be up for it, Jake. Your background makes you the perfect candidate for this task. It’s a temporary assignment, but I believe it will be a valuable experience for you. There’s just one thing you need to know before I pass along your name to Kat.”

“What’s that?” Jake asked.

Ms. Reed leaned forward, her expression becoming more serious. “The person who will be supervising the temporarily reassigned office assistants in the Operational Analytics Unit is your sister, Sarah.”

Jake’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. He had anticipated that the special assignment would involve working closely with a new team, but the revelation that Sarah would be his supervisor left him momentarily speechless.

“Sarah?” Jake finally managed to utter, his voice tinged with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

“Yes, Sarah,” Ms. Reed confirmed, her tone unwavering. “She’s been doing exceptionally well in her new role as a project specialist, and she expressed a strong interest in taking on this temporary leadership opportunity. The unit supervisor up there feels that it wil be a valuable experience for her as well.”

Jake couldn’t help but feel conflicted. On one hand, he wanted to be supportive of his sister and her career aspirations. On the other hand, the idea of working directly under her stirred up a complex set of emotions.

“I see,” Jake replied, trying to maintain his composure. “I didn’t expect this, but I’ll do my best to support her and contribute to the team.”

Ms. Reed nodded, seemingly satisfied with his response. “I knew I could count on you, Jake. While the circumstances are obviously a bit awkward, keep in mind that this is a temporary assignment. And if you go in with the right attitude, it’s an opportunity for both you and your sister to learn and grow.”

The temporary reassignment took effect the following Monday. Jake rode the elevator up to his old floor with the other selected office assistants, feeling a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. As he stepped out of the elevator, he felt like he had journeyed back to a different period in his life. While some of the furniture had been rearranged, much of the office looked the same as it had before the twins were born. Only the faces were different; the handful of women he recognized had all been new hires when he’d left, and were now leading their teams.

Upon their arrival, they were shuffled into a conference room. Jake’s old colleague Tiffany stood at the front of the room, with Jake’s sister Sarah at her side. The looked down at the men clambering up into the conference room’s too-large chairs with indulgent smiles.

“Thank you all for helping us out while we try to meet our deadline,” Tiffany began, once all of the office assistants had gotten settled. “You can address me as Mrs. Michaud. I am the supervisor of the Operational Anyalytics Unit.”

She put one hand on Sarah’s arm. “This is Ms. Mitty, one of our project specialists. She will be supervising you all during your time with us. I want to be crystal clear: You are to follow Ms. Mitty’s instructions without question. She has been entrusted with overseeing this team, and her decisions are final.”

Sarah stood with a composed confidence, her gaze sweeping over the group. Despite her youth, there was an undeniable authority in her demeanor.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get to another meeting. Ms. Mitty will brief you on your assignments.”

Jake had hoped to say hello to his old colleague, but she marched out of the conference room without a second glance at the office assistants, Jake included.

“I’ve been briefed on your backgrounds,” Sarah began at the front of the room, her voice firm but fair. “I know many of you are experienced in various roles, and I believe that diversity will be an asset to our team. However, while you’re here, you are expected to adhere to the standards and procedures of the Operational Analytics Unit.”

Jake listened attentively, torn between a brotherly pride in Sarah’s newfound authority and a lingering discomfort at the power dynamics of their new professional relationship.

“Each of you will be responsible for supporting our team in various tasks,” Sarah continued. “I will assign each of you specific roles based on your skills and experience. Our goal is to meet our deadline with precision and efficiency.”

As Sarah presented her plan for completing the work, Jake couldn’t help but notice what he perceived as a flaw in her approach, a flaw born out of her limited experience in the Operational Analytics Unit.

He waited until after the meeting to approach her, not wanting to undermine her in front of the others.

“Sarah,” he began tentatively, trying to choose his words carefully, “I think—”

Before he could finish his sentence, Sarah interrupted, her tone polite but firm, “Jake, when we’re in the office, it’s best if you address me as Ms. Mitty.”

Jake blinked in surprise, taken aback by the formality of her response. In this environment, she outranked him significantly and it was clear that she didn’t want him to forget it.

“Of course, Ms. Mitty,” Jake replied, slightly embarrassed by the oversight. “My apologies.”

Over the next few days, Jake found himself caught in a delicate dance of professionalism and familial dynamics. Sarah, in her role as supervisor, was thorough and precise. She assigned tasks based on each assistant’s strengths, and the team quickly fell into a rhythm under her guidance. Yet, for Jake, this wasn’t just another professional assignment; it was working under his younger sister’s watchful eye, and it grated against his pride.

He couldn’t shake off the memories of growing up with Sarah, the times he had offered her advice or teased her about school. Now, the dynamic was different and he was supposed to follow her lead without question. Nor did it help that she viewed every suggestion he made as a challenge to her authority.

Meanwhile, Sarah quickly won over the other office assistants. Her clear instructions, attention to detail, and willingness to sit with them one on one to answer questions impressed them. The assistants admired her, and from the chatter he overheard it was clear that quite a few of them had crushes on her.

As the days passed, Jake found himself increasingly isolated. While he did his best to contribute to the team, the peculiar blend of sibling rivalry and professional hierarchy made for a challenging work environment. His interactions with Sarah became increasingly formal, and he found himself second-guessing every suggestion he considered making.

One afternoon, as the team huddled around a conference table, Sarah presented a progress report. The Operational Analytics Unit was on track to meet its deadline, and she commended the office assistants for their dedication. Jake listened attentively, his sense of pride in his sister’s accomplishments mingling with a subtle undercurrent of frustration.

When the meeting concluded, Sarah turned to Jake, her expression serious. “Jake, please stop by my desk in a few minutes. We need to have a conversation.”

Jake took a deep breath and nodded in acknowledgment. As Sarah returned to her desk, he couldn’t help but feel a knot of anxiety forming in his stomach. He gathered his thoughts, reminding himself that this was a professional setting, even if it involved his younger sister.

After dropping off his notebook at the work area he’d been assigned, Jake approached Sarah’s desk. She was standing there waiting for him, looming over him with her arms crossed. She was wearing a sleeveless top, and he couldn’t help but notice the muscle definition in her arms. She exuded authority, and as he stared up at her, Jake felt like he was a student about to be reprimanded by a stern teacher.

“Jake, I need to be straightforward with you. Your performance has fallen short of what I expected.”

Jake felt a twinge of defensiveness but tried to keep it in check. “I’ve been working hard, Sar–Ms. Mitty. I thought we were on track to meet the deadline.”

“We are, but right now you’re the weak link. We need precision and efficiency, and you’ve been veering away from the procedures I’ve established for you. We can’t afford to entertain deviations at this point.”

“But I have a lot of experience in this area, Ms. Mitty. I know some of the nuances, and I thought I could offer insights to streamline the process,” Jake explained.

Sarah shook her head. “That’s precisely the issue. You’re operating on outdated information. The unit has evolved since you were last here, and what might have worked in the past doesn’t necessarily align with our current needs. It’s my job to understand the big picture, and to delegate tasks accordingly. You think you understand the big picture, but you don’t.”

Jake felt a mixture of frustration and humiliation. Not only was he facing professional setbacks, but it seemed that his sister was now pointing out the inadequacies in his understanding of the very unit he had once been a part of.

“What can I do to get back on track, Ms. Mitty?” Jake asked, trying to maintain a level of professionalism.

“You need to remember your role, Jake. It’s not your job to think. It’s your job to follow my instructions.”

Sarah’s critique weighed heavily on Jake in the days that followed, and he felt a growing sense of frustration as he committed himself to following every procedure to the letter, not permitting himself any of the autonomy he had once enjoyed in the unit.

Despite his efforts to conform to Sarah’s expectations, Jake couldn’t shake the feeling of being stifled, both professionally and personally. The dynamic of their relationship, now one of supervisor and subordinate, added a layer of complexity that made the office environment feel claustrophobic. And while he was no longer being called out for not following procedures, the tasks that Sarah was assigning to him were all peripheral to the core responsibilities of the Operational Analytics Unit.

It wasn’t lost on Jake that his sister seemed to be keeping him at arm’s length, both professionally and personally. Their once-close sibling bond now strained under the weight of workplace hierarchies. Each interaction, be it a simple status update or a more complex strategic discussion, carried an underlying tension that made Jake question his place within the team.

One day, after a particularly frustrating series of interactions with Sarah, Jake decided to address the issue directly. He knocked on her office door and entered when she gestured for him to come in.

“Ms. Mitty,” Jake began, his tone carefully neutral, “I’ve noticed that you’ve been assigning me tasks that are, well, less critical to the overall objectives of the unit. Is there a reason for that?”

Sarah stared down at him, her expression composed. “Brandon, Wesley, and Owen are getting the most mission-critical tasks because they have demonstrated that they can follow directions without me having to constantly look over their shoulders. They’ve earned my trust, and you haven’t. It’s that simple.”

In the following weeks, Jake continued to grapple with the challenges of working under Sarah’s supervision. The tension between them persisted, each interaction fraught with unspoken resentment. Despite his efforts to conform to Sarah’s expectations, Jake continued to feel marginalized.

When Tiffany noticed the strained dynamic between her old colleague and her new rising star, she decided to intervene. One afternoon she summoned both siblings to her office.

“You’re both aware of the bottleneck that was identified earlier today,” she began.

Both Sarah and Jake nodded.

“Sarah,” Tiffany continued, “it just so happens that your brother did a lot of analysis on the same process that is causing us problems now. I want you to take advantage of his wealth of institutional knowledge. His insights could be invaluable in getting us back on track.”

Sarah looked at Jake, a flicker of surprise in her eyes. She had been focused on proving herself and asserting her authority, perhaps overlooking the potential benefits of tapping into her brother’s experience.

In the days that followed Tiffany’s directive, a subtle shift occurred in the dynamic between Sarah and Jake. As the pressure to resolve the bottleneck intensified, necessity forced them to collaborate more closely. While Sarah maintained her position as the supervisor, she reluctantly solicited Jake’s suggestions and insights.

Jake, in turn, set aside his pride and approached the situation with a genuine desire to contribute to the team’s success. Once he got past his resentment, he began to view his sister as a valuable resource rather than an obstacle. It was undeniable that she brought a lot to the table that he didn’t, and he needed to stop feeling threatened by that.

The siblings found a delicate balance, leveraging their respective strengths to address the critical issue at hand. Sarah and Jake sat side by side, poring over data and discussing potential solutions. At times, the conversation ventured beyond the immediate task at hand, touching on memories of their childhood, shared aspirations, and the complex interplay of family and career.

As they collaborated, Jake’s experience and Sarah’s fresh perspective blended into a powerful combination. They identified a solution that neither of them could have come up with on their own. It not only resolved the bottleneck but also introduced a more streamlined approach for the future.

In the aftermath of the successful project completion, Sarah and Jake found themselves reflecting on the evolution of their professional relationship. The experience had taught them valuable lessons about collaboration, humility, and the importance of recognizing and leveraging each other’s strengths.

Once the temporary assignment concluded, Jake returned to the General Mailbox Team under Ms. Reed. But the experience had left an indelible mark on both siblings, influencing not only their professional outlook but also their understanding of the delicate balance between familial bonds and workplace dynamics.