JONATHAN'S POV
I opened the door to the master's bedroom and turned on the light, my eyes burning, both with weariness and tears. I'd come to this room more often than I'd been in the office. Once upon a time, when we'd still been trying to make our name known, we'd lived here together, or rather, he'd put up with me here since his parents had specifically bought the apartment for him. And being the thoughtless person he'd been, he had insisted I use the Masters while he used the guest room. We'd lived with that arrangement for about six months before I'd finally moved out to a much smaller place when I could no longer stand the clutters.
