I slumped at the backseat of the cab, my forehead pressed against the cool glass of the window.
The city was alive, cars honking, people laughing but inside me, it was a storm of frustration.
All day I had tried to get a glimpse of Petyr but he'd been in his office, engrossed in meetings and whatever billionaires did.
I had managed to hear his voice only once when he was giving orders to Mrs. LeVaughn and it made my ache worse.
I twisted the strap of my bag. My heart was heavy with a kind of childish, grumpy longing I couldn't decide if I liked or not.
Just then, my phone buzzed in my lap, disrupting my train of thoughts. I gave it a bored glance, thinking it was just some email from work but it was Petyr.
My eyes lit up with excitement as I swiped on the message.
It was short. Stra
