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Mia Parker, the salon owner, was hell-bent on hitting her sales numbers, so she tried to make me inject a batch of unlicensed, unapproved hyaluronic acid fillers into her clients. I said no. Right there in front of every staffer in the place, she jabbed a finger into my forehead and snarled, "Do the damn job or get out. Don't forget, you signed a five-year non-compete. You walk out on me, nobody in this whole industry will touch you. Got it?" I was desperate to scrape together $200,000 for my little sister Sophie's surgery, so I gritted my teeth and used that shady batch on the last client of the day. After my shift, I went to get paid. Mia didn't just dock half my commission. She grabbed what little I was still owed and threw it right at my uniform. "Who do you think you are? Some nobody injector trying to haggle with me?" she spat. "Docking your pay is me doing you a favor, for God's sake." I didn't even bother looking at the crumpled bills on the floor. Calm as anything, I pulled out my phone and filed a report with the FDA under my own name, admitting I'd used unapproved medical devices on a client. Mia lunged at me, finger stabbing so close to my nose it almost touched skin. "Are you out of your mind?" she shrieked. "You reported yourself? You don't care if they pull your license?" I just smiled. I knew they'd pull my license. I knew I'd be investigated for what I'd done. But there was one thing Mia had missed. That afternoon, she'd run a livestreamed injection demo and dropped a fortune flying in more than 30 influencers to watch. Every second of it was on camera. And by now, the whole internet had already seen it. I'd handed over my $200,000 commission just to hit her with a $3 million fine. That was one hell of a trade.