ETHAN’S POVI sat behind my giant desk, looking out at the New York skyline, when Derek walked in like he owned the place. He dropped into the chair across from me, put his feet on my desk, and grinned the same lazy grin from college. Derek was the only person who still treated me like a normal guy, not Ethan Cadwell, the CEO. “So,” he said, spinning a pen, “how’s Juliana doing?”I sighed and rubbed my head. “Demanding. As always.”Derek laughed. “Same old story?”“The wedding planning is driving me crazy,” I admitted. “Every day it’s flowers, venues, guest lists, colors. I feel like she’s planning a coronation, not a wedding.”He laughed harder. “Welcome to married life, my friend. It doesn’t get easier just more expensive.”“Thanks,” I said flatly.Derek pointed the pen at me. “Hey, at least you have someone. I’m still out there struggling every weekend.”“Please,” I said. “You change girlfriends more than I change suits.”“Exactly. That’s the problem,” he said. “I can’t find a g
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