Anna was going to get what was coming to her, that was for sure. Simone stood with the program binder in the middle of the chaotic ballroom and seethed. s**t was going to go down.
T-minus one hour until the biggest meet-and-greet schmooze fest that she had ever seen in her life, and her boss—the coordinator, the actual person running the actual event—was AWOL.
“I have to talk to the donors,” Anna assured Simone not five minutes ago. “So can you look after everything here?”
No, because Simone had no blessed clue what was supposed to happen. Catering schedules, A/V equipment, arrivals, crowd control—Anna had never actually allowed her input on any of it, which mean Simone actually had no idea what was going on.
“Oh, it’s all in the binder,” Anna had promised, and then poofed out of exist
