Gone Was His Jasmine
After working five years as Ethan Moore's ghost architect, he once again handed off the position of the project lead to someone else.
As usual, he dangled the carrot in my face. “Think about the bigger picture, Arya. Just wait a little longer. Until the firm’s next round of funding, and we get listed on the stock market, I promise I’ll make you the lead architect of the next project…”
When I was twenty-one, I was a fool who willingly staked everything in an uncertain future with him. Now, I am twenty-eight. Years of waiting and endless revisions of blueprints had whittled away all the love and courage I once had.
I packed up my portfolio and gave up on my lifelong dream of becoming an architect in Manhattan. I gave up on him as well.
I’m not waiting anymore, Ethan.