Keira arrived early the next morning, running on three hours of sleep and three coffees strong—a pathetic one-to-one ratio considering the disaster control she’d done the night before.

She’d already checked to see if Prince Pain In Her Ass had done anything last night to cause any issues for her this morning. What no one seemed to get was her job wasn’t to walk behind him, shoveling the shit from his faux pas. But because she was good at it, everyone just left it to her.

Thankfully, ...