I hand Jameson the envelope, and he stares at it in his hand. “What’s this?” he asks. “My letter of resignation.” He frowns as his eyes hold mine. “No, Em.” He shakes his head. “I can’t accept this.” Emotion overwhelms me, and I blink so that I don’t cry. “I can’t work here, Jameson.” “You love Miles Media—working here was your dream,” he whispers. “No. You’re wrong. I loved you . . . and you were my dream.
