I've talked Finn up for weeks. Now I have to tell my two closest friends how I've been played by a not-secret-to-anyone-but-us billionaire. I'm so stupid. The ride here was mostly quiet — no more than directions passed to our driver. It gave me too much time to reflect on my relationship over the last few weeks.
There were so many times when Finn gave me a hint about his real life, either on purpose or unintentionally. I'll never know. So many chances for me to question him, but I never did. Baseball suites? The expensive necklace? Why didn't I at least ask him about his new apartment? I never received an answer to my questions about what he did at RDA. Now I can see how every answer was vague. Best friend or not — what regular employee would have access to a company car and driver as muc
