Cinderella Is A Shark Now

I broke up with a man whose net worth had more zeros than I could count.

On the other end of the line, Benson was silent for a full ten seconds before he finally spoke. He said he’d respect my decision, but he asked for one last dinner.

I didn't say a word; I just listened to the hum of the static. His easy clinical acceptance of the end was the final piece of evidence I needed. It confirmed every insecurity I’d nursed over the past year—that I was a temporary fixture in a permanent world.

"Eight o'clock tonight," he said. "The Ivy. I’ll see you then."