Emily’s POV
The shrill sound of my phone ringing again startled me as I fumbled with my bag in the backseat of the cab.
"Not again.." I scrunched my face when I saw Mera’s name flashing on the screen.
"Emily," Mera’s voice erupted the moment I answered. "How much longer before we herald your awesome majesty? Your line has been wide open, and guess who’s been blowing it up? Our dear director!"
I grimaced, trying to keep my voice steady. "Do the calms Mera, I only lost track of time, not that I killed anyone. But I’m close to the office. I’ll be there soon."
"You’d better be," she snapped, her tone a mix of anger and exasperation. "If our director cuts my allowance because of you, you owe me a hundred bucks. No negotiations!"
I stifled a laugh, even though I could feel the heat
