Ella's POV
Zach and the movers stepped out of the elevator, hauling the heavy workout equipment toward the moving truck.
"Oh, come on, don't be so tense. I'm not here to stir up trouble," Chloe said, leaning against the brick wall. She watched the movers sweat and strain, letting out a theatrical sigh.
"I was just passing by, but saw you like this, Zach... Honestly, I feel sorry for you. A combat gym this popular, wiped out overnight. It just so happens that a few of my friends have retail spaces for rent. Want me to put in a word for you to lower the rent? After all, money must be... pretty tight for you guys right now, right?"
I tossed the trash bags into the dumpster and clapped the dust off my hands.
"Don't worry," I said, looking her dead in the eye. "Even if the sky were falling
