Norah was drowning in paper and wishing for the swanked out office Mitch had designed her, or at the very least, the series of boards where she could organize and spread out. The open concept of Cam’s loft left almost no blank walls for her to co-opt. Cabinetry, shelving, or windows covered almost all of it. So she’d resorted to ludicrous numbers of tabs open in the browser on her laptop and piles on every horizontal surface, except for the sofa, where Hush had been snoring since they came in from an afternoon walk.
A giddy excitement bubbled in Norah’s blood, mixed with a low-grade anxiety. This wasn’t the killing blow Cam wanted to deliver to GrandGoods and their plans. But like the idea of opening her own firm, this was an option for Wishful she was certain no one had considered before
