Christian.
As the meeting dragged on, I kept glancing at my phone, pretending to care about the quarterly reports while secretly refreshing my notifications. Finally, her videos came through. Hallelujah! Once the meeting ended, I practically sprinted out of the boardroom, ignoring my assistant’s concerned look.
I opened the first video, fully expecting a well-stocked fridge. Instead, it was a barren wasteland. A sad apple clung to life in one corner, a half-empty water bottle slouched in defeat, and a single smoothie stood like the lone survivor of a snack-pocalypse.
“Oh, Vicky,” I muttered, shaking my head. “So much for that keto diet—you’re on the ‘air and vibes’ plan.”
Grabbing my keys, I drove straight to the supermarket, where I stocked up on actual food. If she didn’t appre
