No Jobs For Mommys Little Girl
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The new intern orientation is always a circus, but this year felt different. I was buried in quarterly projections when my phone buzzed with a LinkedIn request. The note was brief: “I’m Mackenzie’s mother. Please add me.” Mackenzie was the star of this year’s cohort—the kind of Ivy League recruit whose resume looked like it had been curated by a PR firm. Top of her class, perfect test scores, glowing recommendations. I hesitated, then clicked 'Accept.' The floodgates opened instantly. A barrage of messages lit up my screen. She wasn’t looking for professional feedback; she was providing a…