Marcus
Monday morning came like a storm.
I stood outside Bennett & Associates, my hand on the glass door, and I couldn't push it open. Victoria was next to me, wearing sunglasses even though it was cloudy. Her jaw was so tight I thought her teeth might break.
"We have to go in," she whispered.
"I know."
"We signed the papers, we don't have a choice."
I knew that. Every choice I'd made in the last eighteen months had brought me to this exact moment, standing outside my own company as a junior associate, a thief and a fool.
When we walked in, the office went quiet. Like the kind of quiet that felt like you were been led for an execution.
Sarah sat in her office—my office, the one I'd taken after she "died" and she was looking at designs with a focus that made my stoma
