ANYTA'S POV
The phone felt slick in my palm, a bead of sweat tracing a slow, itchy path down the dip in my back. I frowned up at the AC, then huffed out a frustrated breath.
I kept my head down, my hair acting as a dark curtain between me and the high-ceilinged magnificence of the agency's lobby.
"I know, Jamie, I’m sorry," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the hum of the air conditioning.
Ducking lower behind the marble reception counter, I glanced nervously toward the executive elevators. "I had to bail this time. Things have been…a bit complicated.”
“You know you can talk to me right?” He asked. “Is this about Ashbourne?”
I brushed a lock of hair out of my face as I swallowed hard.
“I really can’t be seen taking personal calls during company hours. Lucille is a hawk."
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