“Okay.” My mouth is dry. “When is the new end date?”
“Friday.”
“As inthisFriday? Five days from now.”
“Yes.”
Twenty-Two
Zombie walking out of Sonya’s office, the word “Friday” rattles around my brain like a person shaking a piggy bank full of coins. I take the lift to the ground floor, cross the street to Norma’s Cafe, and order myself a double chocolate mocha and a large chocolate chip cookie. I need sugar and more caffeine to function.
It’s only after I’ve devoured the cookie and half of my coffee that I feel ready to text Liz and call my team together for an emergency meeting.
Min
When you’re free, can you call me?
Liz
I just got off with Lord Renbrook. I already know. How are you holding up?
Min
Ask me later tonight.
Liz
I will. How late will you be working?
Min
Probably until nine or ten.
Liz
Ouch. Are you caffeinating yourself?
Min
*Photo of mocha*
Liz
No biscuit?
Min
It’s already in my tummy.
Liz
*Laughing emoji*
Liz is typing . . .
Liz
Text me when you get home tonight.
