The Billion Dollar Bet
The kind who smoothed over the gaps, who anticipated needs, who made our life look effortless from the outside.
The screen was already awake when I sat down. His email was open, which wasn't unusual. Carter never logged out of anything, never worried about privacy because why would he? He owned three homes, a hedge fund worth nine figures, and apparently my complete trust. The preview pane showed his inbox and I wasn't reading it, not really, just scrolling to find his Seamless app when I saw the subject line: "Saturday night… you're an animal."
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