Callie
A knock sounded on the open door and I waved Bastian in, gesturing to the horn to let him know I was taking a call. He nodded and tapped the watch on his wrist, signalling the time. Was it already this late?
I finished my conversation and hung up, grabbing hold of my mouse. “Just a moment, I want to quickly check something else.”
“You’re going to be late,” he said in a stern voice.
“Just one last thing,” I said, letting my fingers dance over the keyboard. “People can wait.”
“It’s your retirement party.”
“That’s why they’ll wait,” I returned with half a smile.
“Callie.”
“I’m almost done.”
“Calliope,” Bastian warned.
CalliopeI finished the task and shut the computer off. “Okay, okay, I’m ready to go.”
I smoothed my dress out to steady my shaking hands and gathered a deep br
