Promotion & Heartbreak

Summary

The night before my promotion, my girlfriend gave my deal to her protégé.

"What the hell?" I demanded.

"We're done," she said, slamming the door.

I nearly chased her—until floating text appeared:

She’s downstairs regretting it! Call her and she’ll come back!

Look, she’s biting her lip! Just call!

I pulled back the curtains. The street was empty.

Then I saw her post: a photo with Jason blowing out birthday candles.

Eight years wasted. I trashed her gift and texted:

【$1M/year. I can start in 3 days.】

The reply came instantly:

【Deal.】