He Stole My Win, So I Walked Away

The graduation design contest decided whether my boyfriend and I would land at the same company, so we'd spent the better part of a year preparing for it.

But on the day of the contest, Jim Farley turned pale. "I left my flash drive back at the apartment. Help me out, please? If you go now there's still time. I'll hold things down here."

I hesitated, again and again, but in the end I said yes.

It was an hour's drive. I found every shortcut I could and cut it down to forty-five minutes.

But when I got back to the venue, I found Jim onstage with his junior classmate.