THIRTY-SEVEN
Every piece of work on her computer was complete. She hadn’t eaten or slept, but was beyond up to date with her clients. Productivity was the serendipitous side effect of being screwed over. The remedy worked until there was nothing more to do.
She moved on to invoicing her clients, which meant a trip into her email. Even while ignoring the inbox, she was aware of the number next to it rising. Four figures. No, five. Who the hell were all those people? How did she have any hope of ever getting through that many messages?
In an attempt to cure her ails, she went for a long, hot shower. After it, she felt better until the light above the blow-dryer flashed, alerting her to the captain’s audio…
They were landing.
Anxiety came rushing back.
Sydney.
They’d shared a suite in
