When I suggested celebrating after work, I genuinely believed we'd be sharing good news. Brit's reaction caught me off guard—her excitement evaporated, replaced by disbelief. "You're turning it down?" she asked, her brows knitting together.
"Yeah, I've got something else in mind for work," I admitted, guilt prickling beneath my words.
"Wait, he's leaving us?" Brit gestured to Michael, her confusion turning to concern as she tried to process the news.
"Not us. His shitty career," M