Christina's POV
I'd just returned to Moss & Flame after lunch when my phone lit up with Savannah's name.
"Christina, please. You've got to come back." She sounded seconds away from either crying or committing murder. "Eliza Black has torn through the sketches ten times now and still hates them. The film festival is right around the corner. If Nyx Collective doesn't deliver, we'll have to pay serious breach penalties."
"You realize Violet won't let me help unless I agree to be her assistant, right?" I reminded her. "And there's no version of reality where that's happening."
"I'm the boss," Savannah huffed. "What she wants doesn't matter. I'll double your pay. Just come back and sort this out. For me, please."
My eyes flickered to my latest bank statement on my phone screen.
