"Now the company's stable, and the one that got away is back. Today was him trying to force her out on purpose."
The evening light stretched my shadow long across the floor.
And dragged me back—all the way back to college.
Drew Henson. The boy I'd loved in secret through every year of school.
Handsome, top of his class, already running his own company when most people were still figuring out their first job.
And I was just a girl from a nowhere town, ordinary in every way that counted.
Like any girl with a hopeless crush, I never dared say a word about it. The bravest thing I ever did was send my résumé to his company. Being a little closer to him, staying near him in whatever small way I could—that was enough for me.
I worked myself half to death during that stretch, pulling overtime shifts and clawing for every scrap of skill I could gain.
All so that one day I'd be worthy of standing beside him, and I'd hear Drew Henson say with his own mouth:
"Delilah, I've had my eye on you for a long time."
But the market back then was brutal.
A campus star.
Step into the real world, and you're just a speck of dust caught in the current.