Time to Go

EMBER

“You’re really starting to get the hang of this.” Kaden grinned at me on Wednesday night. The sun was long gone, and so were most of our co-workers. Well, my co-workers and Kaden’s former co-workers. The thought was still almost impossible for me to wrap my head around.

I’m the CFO of Marx Inc. A fortune 250 company. In New York City. It still stunned me when I thought about it. At the ripe old age of twenty-three, I held one of the most coveted positions in the finance industry in the city.

Pinching myself daily, I kept wondering when the dream was going to end and I was going to wake up on my own in my loft. Most things that had happened to me since arriving here from Cambridge felt like they had been too good to be true.

Our loft was chic and stunning. I still couldn’t believe we were able to afford it. My best friend was working with me, my brother had agreed to make more time for me, and the guy who was my first crush was sharing my bed. Or rather, I was sharing his. He ha