My Mother Refused to Pay My 13-Year-Old for Six Weeks of Work. Forty-Eight Hours Later, the Labor Board Knocked.

her fourteen an hour, under the table. Cash only. Easier that way,” Jennifer said, flipping her bleached hair over her shoulder.

“Under the table?” I asked.

Jennifer rolled her eyes. “Relax. It’s not like the IRS is going to come after a kid’s pocket money. We’re doing you a favor. No taxes, more cash for her.”

Red flag number two, bright and waving. continue reading …