e felt strange, like a place I didn't belong anymore. I turned on my com

m a prestigious firm, a place my father had connections with. It was a dr

she'd said. "We can grow with the compan

here, just to be with her. Everyone told me I was crazy, that I was

t of me, the one she said was "for us,"

coffee mug in hand. "Ethan, yo

few genuinely nice

y," I said, prin

e best architect we have! The Senior Ar

ed the letter and put it in an

ul! I mean, it's fast, her engagement was just

I asked, even thou

morning. A picture of the ring Mark gave her. I

but I looked her up. Her profile was private. She h

ark walked in, holding hands. They were laughing.

arrison, followed them out. "Ever

t Mark Peterson has accepted the position of Senior Ar

m. I felt dozens of eyes on me. They all

e expected me to look broken. Crushed. I gave her nothing. I just

y, Ethan. Just wanted to say, no hard feelings about th

ly act was

ide, pulling his hand away. "Mark, honey,

ll of scorn. "Some people just don

He's not who he says he is. He's not Mr. Harrison's nephew or whatever rumor

She fell for a con man who was just as ambitious

agues, right up to the new Senior Architect's office. Sarah was sitting at the desk, alread

st dropped the envelope o

w my name, and sneer

ter in half withou

e dripping with venom. "Because you're fire

idn't matter. None of

I said

f my letter and her hollow victory. I could feel her staring at my