“I just need a little space,” Arianna said. I kissed her forehead and walked out of her
place and over to my penthouse door. Security would probably call about my car not being
parked correctly in the morning, but I’d deal with it later.
…
The next morning, I ate the breakfast Cicely made and waited for Sarai to come over to
chew me out for the latest news about me. Right as I sipped my coffee, the doorbell rang, and
Cicely walked over to open it. Sarai walked inside and came to sit at the counter next to me and
dropped her purse and binder.
“Morning,” I said.
Sarai clasped her hands together, leaned forward, and watched me out of the corner of my
eye.
“Do you like being represented by Lambert Public Relations?” Sarai asked.
“Here we go,” I groaned and dropped the newspap
