Abby
When I return to the lavish quarters where my staff and I will be staying, a sense of organized chaos envelops me; John and Anton are already playing an intense game of foosball, Daisy and Ethan are bickering over which movie to watch, popcorn is popping in the mini kitchen, and Chloe appears to have already showered judging by the towel wrapped around her hair.
I make my way across the room and plop down on the couch beside Chloe, who’s scrolling on her phone.
“Hey,” she says without looking up. “How was your ‘private audience’?”
I can’t help but snort. “It was just a meeting about the event,” I say, then pause, chewing my lip for a moment before continuing. “Although, I think Damon might have come onto me for a moment.”
Chloe looks up from her phone to quirk an e
