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David was sold. “Mia, your turn.”

Mia stared at him. Her little brother, the one she was supposed to resent, had been faking hypnosis to protect himself. And she had been too brainwashed to see it. hypnosisfamilyplans

“I’m fine,” she said automatically. The hypnotic anchor for I’m fine was a green checkmark in her mind. She hated green. David was sold

“No.”

Every Sunday at 7:00 PM sharp, the four Sterlings—David, the father and COO of a logistics firm; Elena, the mother and a former project manager; sixteen-year-old Mia; and twelve-year-old Leo—gathered in the living room. On the coffee table sat a three-ring binder titled Family Operations: Q3 . Tonight’s agenda item was “Behavioral Optimization.” David was sold. “Mia