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she couldn’t see it. The coming and going from the building had created a path, and the mounds of snow on either side looked a foot high.
    â€œHow is that possible?” she said to the security guard. “It was hardly even snowing at lunch.”
    â€œBig storm,” he said. “Snowpocalypse they’re calling it. Supposed to dump another foot tonight.” He shut off his television and turned the collar of his coat up. “It’s climate change, you know. When I was a kid, we never had snow like this, not this late in the season.”
    Chelsea didn’t care about climate change in that moment—she cared about how cold her feet were going to be by the time she got home. She wondered how quickly one contracted frostbite.
    The security guard walked with her to the door. “Have a good one,” he said, and he went out, walking in the opposite direction of the subway and quickly disappearing into the blizzard.
    Chelsea adjusted her tote bag on her shoulder, pulled her hat low over her eyes, and went out, trudging in the direction of the subway.
    That train was going to be stuffed like a burrito.

Chapter 4
    Ian had been playing phone tag with Brad. He’d made the crucial mistake of stepping into the men’s room, and in those few minutes, Brad had packed up and left with the mad exodus of staff. But Brad had left a message on Ian’s cell phone asking him to call. Of course Ian had called him immediately—but it rolled to voice mail.
    Whatever it was that Brad wanted would wait, Ian decided. He was the only one left in the office, and judging by the snow he could see coming down outside Jason’s windows, he ought to get out of here too.
    Ian shoved his last-minute notes into his bag, wordlessly chiding himself for allowing Chelsea to ruffle him this afternoon. That wasn’t like him—Ian loved a good challenge, loved being the underdog. He thrived on competition, and in fact, he’d started it with her. But he’d left a partner track to come to this job, lured away by good money and a promise of quick, upward mobility. He’d left everything he’d worked hard to achieve at Huntson-Jones, because Grabber-Paulson was offering him the same thing, only faster. But it all hinged on getting the plum accounts, like this one. And he realized, too late, that he wasn’t as sure of his decision as he had thought.
    The truth was that Ian had liked Huntson-Jones. But in the end, he thought taking the leap was what he was supposed to do after all the years spent building a reputation.
    His friends had told him to leap too. “They don’t offer that salary because they want to test you out,” Ben had said. “What are you waiting for?” Devin had asked him, and both had good-naturedly shoved him out the door.
    Frankly, Ian didn’t know what he was waiting for, but it felt like he was always waiting . Maybe he’d been waiting for this very opportunity. Maybe he needed to give it more than a few months before he came to any conclusions. He only knew that since he’d done the thing he thought he ought to do, the thing that seemed to make the most sense, he’d had a few second thoughts.
    Today, he’d let those second thoughts turn into doubts and get the best of him.
    â€œToo late for doubts, man,” he muttered. He was all in, ready to rock and roll. He reverted back to his standard pep talk: first the Tesla account and then, who knew? The sky was the limit, right?
    Right.
    But why did he sometimes feel as if maybe the sky was the wrong thing to aim for? Maybe he ought to be aiming for the horizon or a totally new challenge—
    His phone rang. Ian almost killed himself getting it out of his pocket. “Hello,” he said, trying not to sound antsy.
    â€œIan, are you believing this weather?” Brad shouted into the phone, the wind carrying his words away from the receiver.
    â€œI haven’t made it out