Your typical slow-burn, friends-to-lovers trope, with a dash of manipulative dysfunctional family issues, and quite a bit of angst. .... Ivelyn Cadwell, by all definitions, should've been happy. She was successful, had a mother and father who could support her every whim, and a bank account to support her for the rest of her life. She hates herself precisely because she isn't. Mallory, a telemarketer, on the other hand, had every right to despair. Abandoned by his mother at seven, and losing the foster family he finally learned to trust at twenty, Mal should've, rationally, fallen to the dark tendrils of depression, and yet, he hasn't. Mal's happy. He swears he is. And then Ivelyn picked up his call.