Three Is A Crowd I Left
Language: en
Four years of working at the same Boston firm with my best friend and my girlfriend. Everyone at the office called us the "Three Musketeers," but there was always a cruel, unspoken edge to the joke. It was less of a tight-knit trio and more of a crowd—and I was always the one standing on the outside looking in. During an after-work happy hour, some of the junior associates got loud and insisted we play a round of Never Have I Ever. Chase was the first to speak, leaning back in his chair with a smug, easy grin. "I've never not been Camille’s go-to partner on our biggest cases." I smiled,…