THIS HAPPENED TO ME

I Uncovered A Cult In My Small Midwestern Town

Photo by Sander Sammy on Unsplash

When my first boss decided to move to North Carolina with her 15 cats, I had to find another job.

I scoured the want ads and found a position with an old-school, big-name attorney in the county seat. (“Old school” is code for pompous, male-chauvinist pig, but that goes without saying.)