Chapter Seventeen
EVIE’S POV
Friday.
Thank God.
If this week had been any longer, I might have actually combusted.
I pulled into Wolfe Publishing’s underground car park at eight twenty-three and sat in my car for a moment longer than necessary, staring through the windscreen while the engine ticked quietly beneath me. My head hurt. My eyes burned. Two hours of sleep was not enough for any functioning human being, especially not after a panic attack. Especially not after whatever yesterday had been.
The lift ride felt longer than usual. By the time I reached the staff room, I was clutching a coffee and trying to convince myself I could survive the day.
The room was mostly empty, only a few early staff members drifting in and out as the building slowly woke around us. I headed towards
