I stared at the phone for a second before dropping it back on the desk. Chase. Maeve. Nala. The company mess. The system. It felt like every direction I turned, there was another problem waiting for me.
I rubbed my face with both hands and exhaled slowly. I needed a break. Maybe a vacation. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere without goddesses, corporate sabotage, hidden contacts, and unstable fucking boyfriends.
Maybe Carrie would let us use her summer house again.
I doubted it.
Still, it was worth asking.
I turned back in my chair, the old thing creaking under my weight, and looked through the glass wall toward the hallway. Maeve had just stepped out of the elevator. She was heading in the direction of Nala's office, heels clicking against the floor.
Then she stopped.
Mid-step.
