Don't Wait for the Rain to Clear
It started with a sudden downpour.
I turned around to buy an umbrella. By the time I got back, Winston Sterling had already draped his overcoat across Sera Thorne’s shoulders.
He pulled me under the umbrella, his tone gentle, as if soothing a spoiled child. "Sera can't handle the cold. Just let her have it this once, Nat. Be a good girl. Don't make a fuss."
I looked down at my own shoulder, which was already completely soaked through. I didn't say a word.
We had been building our startup for five years. Everyone always said Winston and Sera were the dual heart and soul of Sterling Tech. One wrote the code, while the other pitched the product.
Meanwhile, I was the one managing the budget