She Stole My Life and Resume

“Who are you? There is no one here you know.”

The security guard pushed me away from the Sterling estate entrance.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I saw my half-sister, Yara, holding a glass of champagne.

She was toasting a room full of guests―using my name and marrying my client.

A week ago, she stole my academic records and professional portfolio.

My ten-year career history became her dowry overnight.

She spotted me through the glass.

That look in her eyes was the same as when she