Freedom is never free. #1

The latest argument with her overly domineering mother had Cara seething. Nothing like being reminded about how the family had used it's wealth and connections to send her to the best technical school in the 'plex; not to mention the implants, lets never forget about them! Nor the best hardware. And how she 'owed' the Sadaine clan ... well, everything. All her father wanted - no, demanded, was her utter devotion to the clan and the Corp.

Always the Corp.

Maverick International was as about as tame as it's name implied. MI was where other Corp's came when they needed special projects researched and developed. Often rival Corporations funded R&D projects aimed at one another, ignoring, or forgetting, it was likely MI doing the same for their foes. And Government contracts? Name the government...

Perhaps she was being a bit ingrateful. Perhaps.

Slinging her shoulder bag across her back, Cara wrinkled her dark nose unconsciously as she strode purposely down the private lane leading to the nearest street of the gated community. Raven's Roost - the name given to the families primary estate within the 'Plex was a gated community within a gate community. Sharing the sub'plex with the likes of the Vanderplats and Rothschilds. Wealth and privileged. It aught to be her families crest, not that brooding Raven perched on a fence that Sara Sadaine had named it. More than a few times Cara had heard her mother and the other crones of the family remaking how she was the spitting image of the clan's founding mother.

And?

Shaking her head, Cara picked up the pace. The sooner she put the vast city's streets between her and this paragon of hypocrisy behind her, the better.