Zella
"If the vendor tries to push the deadline again, we’ll just...”
“Mm-hm," I murmured while Lena, my assistant, droned on and on about the rest of our work for the week. With the job for Diana Sterling on the way and Isaiah's building , we've had several more people in the industry book consultations with us. I should be happy.
I was. But I was too jittery to be fully happy.
“Also, Diana’s assistant called to confirm the workshop schedule,”
“Right.” I nodded, but I was barely processing what she was saying.
It had been a week since I had planted the recorder, and I have barely been able to breathe easily. Every single time Isaiah walked into his study, my heart wouldn't stop beating so fast, I was afraid it would jump out of my chest at some point. I kept waiting for a call fr
