(Malia’s POV)
The phone call came before I even had time to catch my breath.
I hadn’t slept much the night before — my mind kept replaying the sound of the pen scratching my name onto Kieth’s contract. The papers were now tucked neatly in my bag, but it felt like they were pulsing, alive, waiting to remind me of what I had done.
So when my phone rang the next morning, I jolted upright, heart in my throat.
“Miss Green?” A crisp female voice cut through the line. Professional, clipped, like each word was ironed flat before being spoken.
“Yes?”
“This is Ms. Carter, Mr. Williams’s assistant. I’ll be handling your schedule.”
“My schedule?”
“Yes. Your flight to Milan leaves Monday morning. Departure from JFK at 9:45 a.m. Business class. A driver will collect you two hours prior. You will
