SHANE
I opened Carrie's door without knocking and stepped into her office, closing the door behind me.
She didn’t even flinch when she saw me.
I leaned against the frame, arms crossed. “So. A vacation?”
She looked up from her laptop with maddening calm. “Yes, two weeks.”
“Now?”
“I’ve already booked it.” She leaned back slightly. “I haven’t had a vacation in four years. You can check with HR.”
“That’s not the point, Carrie.” My voice tightened. “You’re handling several active accounts. Campaign launches, budget approvals, this isn’t a good time.”
“It’s never a good time,” she said flatly. “There’ll always be something.”
“You didn’t even talk to me about it,” I said.
“I didn’t know I had to,” she replied coolly. “I cleared it with Daisy already.”
I was flipping through a budget
