A Late-Night Text, A Red Convertible, And A Question That Changed Everything

you’re not going to be reasonable, get out of my house.”

“I didn’t know it was still your house,” I said softly. “I thought it was the bank’s.”

Gwen gasped. “How dare you.”

“You think you can talk to us like this just because you made some app?”

“It’s not an app,” I said. “It’s a B2B logistics algorithm. But you wouldn’t know that, because every time I continue reading …