Fiona
I headed off to work early, bundled up against the cold dark of pre-dawn, pondering Alexander’s lies. It was clear that he was not planning to tell me the truth about secretly being my boss. At least not anytime soon.
I took my phone out of my pocket and texted Nina, asking if she was up. I was feeling like I could use a friend to talk to right about now, even if it was just a quick chat by text, and sometimes Nina stayed up pretty late.
She responded right away, making me do a double-take at the time before I opened the text. It was four a.m.
Nina: I’m actually in the city rn. wya?
Me: On my way to work. How far are you from the finance district?
Nina: Close. Wanna meet up for breakfast?
My brow furrowed as I re-read her messages. It was convenient that Nina was nearby
