"Hmm." Jackie didn't even glance up. "Just secured funding for an entertainment venture."
Backing someone as sharp and famous as Mikeia? A surefire win.
Sandra pretended to text, but her mind was elsewhere, ears straining to catch every word.
Was Jackie really rekindling old flames?
What twisted game were these three playing?
And that kiss earlier—what was that supposed to mean?
Wishful thinking, apparently—pathetic, really.
Philip stood between them like an unscalable wall. Yet here she was, still dreaming of a normal marriage—had she lost her damn mind?
The office's cold gray walls mirrored Jackie's aloofness, churning her stomach like a stormy sea. She shoved sour plum after sour plum into her mouth, eyes glued to her phone.
Welby had broken the pregnancy news.
Randy's big mou
