I waited here—behind this post like some kind of stalker—for what felt like half an hour. My eyes never left Leland Phineas. He looked too out of place standing in front of the old church with his fancy car parked nearby, his expensive coat dusted lightly with city grime, and his face… well, confused, maybe even worried?
Was he waiting for someone? For me? Oh, please.
Whatever business he had with me, I already knew it wasn’t going to turn into some fairy tale reunion where he hands me a job on a golden plate. Let’s get real. That grumpy CEO and his so-called assistant were the ones who messed up my life in the first place. If they thought I’d just forget what happened and come running back with puppy-dog eyes, they were dreaming. I’m Maurice Miranda—not some desperate side character in
