“I'm in the office now," I said into my phone. “It's going to be perfect while I'm here."
“I'm excited. Hopefully after Kennedy is born, I can come see it. I get the feeling you have decided you want to keep Chicago."
I let out a sigh as I leaned back in my new office chair. The office around me was simple yet professional. Six rooms on the twenty-second floor of a building on South Wacker, complete with Sinful Threads etched in glass on the door. Computer equipment was new and connected to the Sinful Threads network in Boulder. My new assistant would be in the front office. That room connected to five others: my office with my own bathroom, a conference room, a supply room, another office, and another bathroom. Attached to my office was also another room—my new chaos room. That wasn't w
