Ivan blinked.
“Hear what?” he asked.
Yeah, exactly.
Knocking on the door, Elizabeth waited. When the door opened, Corbin was standing there, and he looked disorientated.
“Morning, Sunshine,” she said, moving past him to enter his room.
Yeah, she was the wakeup call.
“Uh, Elizabeth,” he said, closing the door. Fortunately for him, he’d had time to pull on his boxers.
She turned.
They had a problem.
She was running on fumes, coffee, and stress. At some point, all the shit would hit the fan. Her brain was going a mile a minute, she was tired from only getting four hours sleep, and now, she had a runaway agent.
Oh, and this one to handle.
“Oh, did I wake you, pumpkin? You missed all the fun last night,” she admitted. “I texted you an assignment. I hope you worked on it.”
Corbin looked completely confused, and then, it hit him. He’d turned off his phone.
“Oh, shit.”
Elizabeth walked to the table by the window, and picked up the phone that was still on the floor.
When she placed it on the table, she saw it.
A note.
“Alex left you something,” she said, picking it up, and handing it to him.
Corbin flushed red as he went to read over it.
‘I’m sorry. I know. It changes nothing. Goodbye, Corbin. I hope you make it through the storm. I’msorry you lost the love of your life. Trust me. I know. It sucks. Alex.’
When he looked up, Elizabeth didn’t give him any time to say shit.
“My dude, he resigned. We lost a good agent, and I’m here to bust your balls over it. Before you say anything, I don’t care. Someone needs to say this.”
Corbin didn’t speak.
He was thinking about how what he’d done last night caused Alex, a damn good agent, to quit.
“Corbin…”
Only, she didn’t get to say anything else.
Her phone came alive.
Just not the way she thought it would. It was an app that she absolutely kept deleting off of her phone, but it kept showing up again and again. To make it worse, the voice was very familiar.
Oh, shit.
“ANSWER. YOUR. PHONE. BESTIE. INCOMING.”
