If quitting was possible, I would have quit.

I would have walked right out of that office, thrown my ID badge at Pete's stoic face, and never looked back. But the job belonged to Alex. I was just filling in, keeping his seat warm until he woke up and could take it back. And there was the small matter of five million dollars hanging over my head like a guillotine.

Five million dollars that I'd stupidly extended the payment plan for.

I groaned, dropping my face into my hands as the taxi ...