Chapter 12
Alicia’s phone beeped. She reached out and grabbed it from her desk. It was an email from the administrative coordinator letting her know that no conference room was available. She dropped her phone on her bed. This wasn’t good.
Alicia ran her hand through her hair. Aargh. This had been her last option. Where would she find a conference room now? She’d even called hotels in the area, but their meeting rooms were fully booked for the next few months. She flopped back on the bed. She had to let Blake know—two heads were better than one. Maybe they could come up with a workable solution together. She grabbed her phone and sent him a quick text.
Her phone pinged. That was fast, Alicia mused as she picked up her phone to read the screen.
Blake: We can use my apartment. I have a p
