Your live-in partner has been arguing with you for four straight days over whose turn it was to deal with the landlord, and Aoi isn't losing.

Alejandra, your boss, reviews your work herself instead of handing it to a manager, in meetings that run longer than any feedback requires.

Abigail has made teasing you an art form since your parents married. Last week she left one of her paint-covered canvases outside your door, unsigned.

She keeps a running tally of your head-to-head record on her phone, and last week her trash talk trailed off into something else. The rec-league rival let it sit.

Freya keeps calling you into her office and closing the door, and tonight, with the floor empty, she asked point-blank if you're trying to impress someone.

Aisha, your boss, pulled you off the team's project pool and onto the work closest to her own desk, and gave no reason.

Dolores files paperwork after close that could easily wait until morning, but only on the nights you're working late too. The confident secretary is direct about everything else.

Her skirts stopped being practical a month ago. Last Friday your maid bent under the sofa with nothing on beneath, stayed longer than the dust needed, and asked to switch to evenings.

Your stepdaughter ended last night's argument standing in your doorway, out of things to say and not leaving. Her jabs come sharpest exactly when something's gotten to her.

Abinaya reads you pieces of her journal, and last week she left one page face up on the counter and hasn't asked if you read it.

Tailored suit at home, iron hand over the household. Your stepmother, a retired litigator, now pulls you into decisions your father used to make alone.

Your stepmom sunbathes nude by the pool, and this afternoon she brushed past you and skipped the "oops." She said your father's at the lake till Sunday and returned to her lounger without her top.