I was crying now. I wasn’t scared or sad. Just frustrated. “Cassie, my job is important to me.”
“You’re important to me.” Cassie’s waterworks had switched on. “You’re more important than your job.”
“Cassie,” I pleaded. “I’m teaching people. Not just my students, but my coworkers. I’m making a difference.”
Cassie gestured to the screen. “Do you think you’re making more of a difference than some corporation with unlimited money and airtime? Do you think you can teach Amazons the truth faster than they can be taught that we’re forever children?”
“I got not one but three Amazons to defend me from at least three other Amazons.”