How many times could someone be exploited before they considered themselves an enemy? An old coworker was already avoiding eye contact and she hadn't even asked them to sell their friends out yet.
She had done the Uplift Unit gig.
She had done her hundreds of facials.
She had done the Color Parties with the prizes and the pushing and the guilting.
And she had enough.
"You can keep the stuff," she heard herself say and she walked away.
And never looked back.