The bug sat on the counter like a black secret. Tiny, sleek, silent. I couldn't stop staring at it. Bianca had taped it to a napkin like it was radioactive, pacing like a cat in caffeine withdrawal. "You're calling him, right?" she said. "You have to call him."
"I'm not calling him," I muttered. "I'm showing up."
"Even better," she said, "go full unhinged girlfriend. That'll look great for PR."
I ignored her, grabbed my keys, and stormed out before I could talk myself down. The city outside was chaos…. headlines still screaming, cameras still flashing … but none of that mattered. All I could see was that little black dot under my table, whispering that someone had been listening.
When I reached Fox Tower, the lobby security didn't even stop me. I guess once your face becomes
