When I walked into my boss's office that Friday afternoon, I expected another design revision.
Instead, I found Eliza Montgomery crying.
The woman who had built one of the city's most respected architecture firms sat behind her desk with her face buried in her hands.
She looked up in embarrassment.
Before I could apologize and leave, she whispered five words that changed my life forever.
"Will you come with me?"
For three years, Eliza had been nothing more than my boss.
Brilliant.
Elegant.
Untouchable.
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