“You have to take the job,” Aubrey gushed. “Oh my goodness. Three hundred thousand every month minus incentives?” She chuckled, looking at the person beside her. “Owen, can you imagine what the incentives could be?”
Owen nodded, agreeing with her. “That’s a lot, Nathan, and they offered it to you on a silver platter?”
Nathan chugged his champagne, nodding as he cringed at the sour taste. "Yeah, they offered it to me just like that."
After work, he had called Aubrey for a drink. She happened to be with his old friend Owen, and somehow they all ended up drinking at a fancy restaurant hours later, with Nathan now venting about his work and relationship problems.
"But I can't take it," he complained. "I just wanted to stay lowkey as a part-timer at the company. Rosie works there too — and
