Twenty-six

I’m dead tired. I want to throw my body on the bed and sleep for ten hours or more. It’s three in the morning and I can barely keep my eyes open. I can’t wait till I get home and take off my clothes. I just want to cuddle with my pillows.

“You don’t look tired at all,” Nathan teases me and I let out a small laugh.

“I don’t know how you manage to stay awake and full of energy after gatherings like this,” I tell him, turning my body a little to look at him.

“I’m used to it,” he shrugs. “You never told me before that you worked for Elijah Kalligan before,” he tells me.

“It never came up,” I say. “He taught me a lot, but I knew that if I really wanted to make my own money fast to start my company, I had to knock on the freelancing door,” I continue.

“You’re getting ten million dollars when all of this is over, don’t you think you should take a rest?” Nathan suggests. Henry suggested the same thing too, but I can’t do that. I know that resting for