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She treats you like shit too.
Yes, but I can handle it.
Can you? Or is it breaking you?
My heart beat so hard I felt like it might come through my chest. I didn’t want anyone to see how bad off I was. I didn’t want to be exposed like that. “I’ll be fine.”
“Not if you don’t take a break,” Beck said. “You need to get out of the city.”
“Not according to our mother.”
“Are you going to let her run your life?” Miles asked.
“No.”
Beck raised his brows. “No?”
“I don’t want to, but I told her I’d try this job. I was hoping for even an ounce of praise for my effort, but I’ve yet to get that.”
Miles huffed. “Fuck, Worth, you’re the best friend anyone could ask for.”
Had he really said that? “I can’t believe you?—”
“Said something nice? I do on occasion.”
Beck, Carter, and Ford were also staring at him.
“Jesus, I’m a nice person.” Ford nearly choked and Carter burst out laughing. Miles actually looked a little hurt.
“Thank you,” I said. It did mean a lot to me that my friends actually cared.
“It’s true, and if you want to succeed here, let us help you. If you want something else, let us help you make that happen. You don’t owe anyone your happiness.”
“That’s right,” Beck said. “Take some time off and think about it. I have a two-week break between my summer seminar and my internship. I’ve booked a villa in Aruba. Come with me.”
“When?”
“In a week.”
I sighed. That was when I was supposed to have a summit with the C-suite and our vice presidents, but what was the point of being one of the owners if I couldn’t reschedule.
“How long has it been since you left the city?” Ford asked.
“Too long.”
Beck smirked. “Exactly.”
I blew out a long breath. My mom would point out that I’d committed to six months of trying to take on a bigger role at our company, and I was already running off when during an important week. But I’d only agreed to the job because of her coercion. I couldn’t believe I’d stayed as long as I had.
Maybe because the life you had before wasn’t as glorious as you pretended it was.
I told that little voice in my head to shut the fuck up.
“You love Aruba,” Beck said.
“Where are you staying?”
“I have the presidential villa at Ocean Elite.”
