**Mila's POV**
Spencer is having a bad day.
He's stabbing his keyboard with his index fingers, muttering about "unreasonable team reps" and "impossible performance bonuses." His usually gelled hair is slightly disheveled—for Spencer, that's a complete unraveling.
"The Novotny account," he growls. "The team rep isn't having it. Total nightmare."
I've been catching up on emails from Tampa. But something about his frustration pulls at me.
I know what it's like to be stuck. To feel like you're banging your head against a wall and nobody's listening.
"Who's the contact?" I ask.
Spencer looks up, suspicious. "Harper."
"Harper's a good guy. He just doesn't trust agents. Bring the client on a call to make sure expectations match, and he'll move faster."
He stares. "Seriously?"
"Seriously
