Ezra
After Amelia left, I crawled back into bed and snuggled with her pillow. “Ahh,” I express as I close my eyes and fall into a lovely dream. My phone’s constant ringing awakens me. I roll over with an annoyed groan to pick it up, thinking it might be Amelia. I roll my eyes when I see it is Desmond.
“Good morning,” I say as I answer it.
“Ezra,” Desmond practically yells. “Where the hell are you?”
“In bed,” I mutter and eye the clock. It’s nearly ten am.
“What the f**k are you doing in bed? You missed an important meeting,” He exclaims.
“I quit,” I respond.
“Quit? Quit what?” Desmond huffs.
“I quit being CEO. Ask my father,” I snort.
“Ezra, are you serious? You can’t just quit,” he says. “Come on, man. Get your ass into the office so we can talk.”
“Fine,” I reply, “I’ll be there
