Synopsis：My paycheck had just hit when Dad called: my kid brother’s tuition, Grandma’s medical bills, plus rent and utilities all needed money—and then he admitted he’d blown cash gambling. I sat in the security booth, kneading my bad leg, completely at a loss. A car horn snapped me back; I raised the barrier as a luxury car rolled in, obviously worth a fortune. It was the boss’s car—the boss who just happened to have a thing for amputees. Perfect.