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“Thank you.”

“I thought of this last night after you fell asleep and got the ball rolling. It’s a good thing I picked the board and that you made them a fucking boatload of money.” He gives me a quick peck on the lips and says, “Go.”

My heart races as I run into Dara in the hall.

"I've worked with Witt a very long time." She smiles knowingly. "I've never seen him rearrange his world for anyone."

Neither have I.

And somehow, knowing he chose to rearrange it for me makes me feel like I'm exactly where I was always supposed to be.

thirty-one

. . .

Witt

Encrypted Chat Glitch

My niece had a coloring book where you connect the dots. It reminded me of the stars. They aren’t connected in the sky but people connect them. Why?

The group text arrives while I'm reviewing next quarter's development roadmap.

Birdie: Emergency. Can’t make Margarita Night.

Within three seconds the replies begin.

Noelle: Me either. Owen has a fever. Emma just threw up on Matt.

Matt: Can confirm.

Parker:

Annika: You're laughing because they're over there.

Greyson: Witley just asked if puke is contagious.

Birdie: I have to fly to Nashville.

Noelle: Recording?

Birdie: Yep.

Parker: With...

Three dots bounce.

Birdie: Yes.

Greyson: THE Hayes Dieslich?

Birdie: Apparently America thinks we're singing a duet.

Parker: America is correct.

Noelle: He’s more famous than you!

Birdie: Hey, I’ve been on a break raising more O’Ryan’s.