The next week arrived sooner than I'd expected.
Or maybe it was because of how busy it had been that each day seemed a repetition of the previous, sweeping fast.
Either way, it was Tuesday, and I'd be meeting Dale that day to discuss the business.
A part of me said it was nothing, yet another (the dumb one) made me rummage through my closet for the perfect cloth.
I was stuck between two: a thick gray buttoned-all-through gown (one Cole had once told me looked perfect on me), or a dark blue crop top with a jean palazzo of the same color (Emery had once told me those type of dressing suited me).
The door to my room swung open, and Emery walked in, her forehead creased. “Why am I hearing from Cole that you're finalizing a business deal with Dale's company?”
That asshole and being unable
