Sam didn't look up from her keyboard. "Girls like us build them."

Three girls—Maya, Chloe, and Sam—sat in a leaking studio apartment in Queens, staring at a blank spreadsheet. They were broke. Not "skip-avocado-toast" broke, but "power’s-getting-cut-tomorrow" broke.

Chloe slid the check back. "Not for sale."

Maya leaned back. "Cute offer."

Girls Mula -

Sam didn't look up from her keyboard. "Girls like us build them."

Chloe slid the check back. "Not for sale." Sam didn't look up from her keyboard

Maya leaned back. "Cute offer."