Martha appeared immediately with my usual order: black coffee and a bowl of the healthy stuff I forced myself to eat. I didn't even glance at Tanya as I started scrolling through the morning’s financial reports. I didn't need to talk to her; she knew the drill. She was just... there. Like furniture, but better looking.
She spoke quietly again. "The papers are already talking about that Gala you canceled. They're wild, trying to figure out why you pulled the plug."
I didn't lift my head. "It was a global crisis, Tanya. Nothing for you to worry about."
"I know, silly," she said gently, not pressing it. That was the thing about Tanya. She knew exactly when to back off. She understood me; yeah, I just saw her as family, and I treated her like a little sister I had to look after. Nothing mor
