~~Claire~~
How hard can it be to pick a school for an MBA?
I’ve spent the past three days knee-deep in brochures, clicking through university websites, scrolling through forums, comparing tuition fees, ranking program benefits like I’m drafting a damn fantasy football team. Yet, every time I get close to making a decision, my brain short-circuits.
And I know why.
It’s Damon.
Or maybe it’s me.
I’ve been avoiding him for days, and I’ve convinced myself it's because I’m mad at him—though I can't tell why I’m mad. This is what I wanted when I went to him weeks ago, wasn't it? Harold's money. I stood in front of him and practically called him an asshole for it. But now that I have it, it feels… tainted. Like the money wasn't given to me with pure intentions, like it's a bribe.
Or maybe
