As a rebel, I ran away from home, from all the pressure and expectations of me becoming something I despised, from my obligations of becoming some stupid legacy of my family's. I hated sitting in front of a desk in a suit, discussing every single boring thing existing with a dozen other middle-aged women and men. My father made the company, DreamCatcher Enterprise, all by himself and he wants me to take over it as soon as I turn 18.   But I don't.