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We’ve just lost our biggest sponsor for our fundraiser, which is in a few short months. We raise the majority of our funding with this one event, a gala. No pressure, right?

A guy from another Boston nonprofit messaged the foundation’s page on social media yesterday to ask if we would be interested in collaborating in the future. I haven’t responded yet, but I think there may be an opportunity there. I’m about to respond when I hear Sebastian’s heavy footsteps from almost a mile away—he’s that loud when he walks.

I meet him by the doorway and blurt, “We lost a sponsor, but I’m on it.”

“Shit.” He walks fully into the office space. “Which one?”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m on it,” I repeat because I do have it covered, or I will.

His eyes flash with alarm, and I don’t need to say any more because he already knows it is our largest sponsor we’ve had to date. He walks across the room to his office and shuts the door. I return to my computer and the message I was working on.

Within minutes, I receive an enthusiastic reply from Ryan Moore from the Moore Family Foundation to my request for more information. We jump on a quick call and talk further.

Roughly a half-hour later, I stride into my brother’s office with confidence.

“Tomorrow at ten, you have a meeting with Ryan and Tristan Moore. I sent the info to your e-mail.” I gesture to said computer.

“You’re the best sister! Thank you!”

“Careful with that praise, or next thing you know, I’ll make you put that on a shirt and wear it in front of Livvy,” I tease.

Livvy, also known as Olivia, is Sebastian’s and my baby sister. I’m seven years older than her and four years older than Sebastian, but the two of them have always been close. I’m not sure if it’s because their age gap is smaller or what, but I’ve always been a little jealous. Sometimes I wish I had a better relationship with my siblings, but I’ve been working harder on it the last few years, especially with Sebastian. I feel like we’ve gotten closer, especially now that we run the foundation together.

“If that meeting goes well tomorrow, I’ll buy you the shirt,” he replies as a smile appears on my face.

I’m about to exit his office when I hear, “Wait, Moore?”

I stop in my tracks. “Yes…”

Shit. Did I do something wrong?

“Am I meeting with the Moore boys?”

“Yes,” I repeat, hoping I sound a tad more confident. “Well, the two oldest.” There are a few Moore kids. I’m not exactly sure about all the details, but he’s meeting with Tristan and Ryan Moore, which I made clear a few minutes ago.

“Oh, cool. Thanks. I’ll start preparing for it.”

“Great. Let me know if you have questions or need anything.”

“Will do.” Upon hearing those words, I exit Sebastian’s office and take a small breath.

It’s not until I receive a call from an excited Sebastian the next day about his brand-new partnership with The Moore Family Foundation that I actually breathe easier.

Chapter Six

Calvin

Isnatch my phone off my kitchen counter and head down the one flight of stairs to Sebastian’s place.

Yes, Sebastian and I live in the same building. He helped me find this place five years ago, along with my awesome realtor. He encouraged me to buy it, loving all the same features as me.

Two years later, another condo in the building opened up before it officially hit the market, and Sebastian snatched it up. We were already good friends at that point, but now that we live in the building, we’ve gotten even closer, if that’s possible.

It’s incredible having your good friend live below you, and very convenient. Also, we live just a few quick minutes from the stadium, and commute together often.

And now I’m flying down the stairs to grab dinner with him, which we do a few times a week. We are both shit cooks. He’s a little better than I am, but between us, we only know how to make a few things, and some of those are the same meals.

Since we must eat a shit ton of calories a day for our job, sometimes those choices can get a little old.