Ivy stood behind her desk with her phone pressed to her ear.

“Clear my schedule,” she said to her assistant. “All meetings. All trips. Everything.”

There was a pause on the other end. “For how long, ma’am?”

“Three weeks,” Ivy replied without hesitation.

“That’s a lot of”

“I know,” Ivy cut in. “Just do it.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She ended the call and set the phone down, letting out a slow breath. Her chest felt tight, but her decision felt firm. Whatever this was, ...