Olivia:
No f*****g way.
I stared at the message on my phone, blinking like maybe it would change if I looked at it long enough. My boss, the same man who always scheduled meetings down to the minute, was telling me to come over to his place at this hour.
I was already set for bedtime. My hair was up, and I was in my comfy pjs, and I had a mug of tea cooling on the table. And now this?
“What kind of boss does that?” I muttered, tossing the phone on the couch. Then I picked it back up because, of course, I had to read it again.
Actually, there’s something much more urgent that we need to discuss in person as soon as possible. Stop by my place tonight.
I groaned. “He has an assistant for this kind of thing. Well, he would know better.”
I walked around my apartment, pacing. It was eithe
