Chapter Twenty-Three
Maisie
Later that afternoon, I finished a call and spun around to take care of some filing. I had my head halfway in the filing cabinet when I heard my name.
“Hang on,” I mumbled, rolling my chair back.
The top of my ponytail caught on the filing cabinet as I straightened up. I grabbed my hair with one hand and spun around. “Can I help you?” I asked automatically as I wrestled my now loose curls back into submission.
I glanced up to find Janet laughing.
“Oh hey. Did you need something official?”
She leaned an elbow on the counter and shook her head. “Nope. Rumor has it you might need me to scrounge up a room.”
“Do you have anything open? I know it’s last minute, but…”
She waved me quiet. “I usually keep one room open, so it’s yours on one condition.”
I snappe
