Past Tree Years
Language: en
Three years ago, I walked away from the sight of my best friend and my girlfriend flirting in the corner of a crowded bar. I didn’t make a scene. I just packed my life into two suitcases and flew to London to spearhead our firm’s European expansion. Three years later, I was the one being hunted. Headhunters from the top firms in the States were practically tripping over themselves to get a meeting with me. The moment my flight touched down in JFK and I swapped in my local SIM card, my phone buzzed. It was a FaceTime request from my former best friend, Tyler. I answered. He let out a cheer…