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To Make Things Better

She knew how the world worked. Rachel was, after all, no fool. In her years watching her mother fight for justice, Rachel had grown in the understanding of a universal truth: To make something better for someone, you will inevitably need to make it worse for someone else.

Men, for so long, had made the world terrible for women. The rule she had found in the notebook was a perfect example. Some man, some perverted man, thought women were nothing more than objects, put on the planet for his sexual pleasure. Rachel wished that she was surprised, but she wasn't.

Oh, she was surprised that she found a notebook capable of rewriting the rules of any organization, a talisman that would normalize any strange and absurd rule so that it was questioned by nobody. That went without saying. But surprised that a man would be so perverted that he would **** female baristas to work topless? No surprise there. As far as Rachel could tell, this was a common trait amongst so many men. Not all, it was true, but enough that it was a common problem. A common disease. One for which Rachel might have just found the cure.

Rachel's pencil still hovered over the blank paper. Which organization would be the best start to the changes she wanted to see in the world? She looked up from the notebook and took in her surroundings. Rachel smiled when she saw that she had parked right next to...