Camille pulled a folded paper from her tiny purse and set it on the dashboard. “Read it before we go in,” she whispered. It was a printed email from her father to someone named Mr. Ellison, dated two weeks earlier. The subject line read, “The right person for the shop.” My hands went cold as I scanned the first few lines, because my name was in it.

“He is testing you,” Camille said quietly. “Tonight, and for the last year. Dad is selling the business, and he has to name one person to take it over. Every employee he has ever trusted has let him down, and he thinks his daughter is the only honest judge.” She looked out at the glittering entrance. “He asked me to watch how you treat me when nobody is looking.” The full story continues in the first comment.