"Miss Wren, what is it?" Joanne answered, her voice flat with exhaustion.
"Good, you're still awake," Quinn's sickly-sweet voice purred through the phone. "Do me a favor - go get my wedding dress from the boutique and deliver it to the hotel tomorrow."
The clock was creeping toward midnight. Joanne swallowed the curses on her tongue. What was she gonna do, say no to her boss?
"No problem. What time tomorrow?"
"Eight o'clock. That way you can get some extra sleep," Quinn cooed.
Joanne forced a tight smile. "Sure thing. I'll be there."
"I'll text you the address. Thanks so much, Miss Wren."
"Of course."
Then, as if just noticing, Quinn gasped. "Oh! It's almost midnight! I didn't disturb you, did I?"
*Like hell you didn't. This whole call was the disturbance,* Joanne thought.
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