*Shawn*

“I was waiting for you to finally come see me.” Amara glances at me over the paperwork she has splayed across her desk. “It’s about time you start putting together plans for a decent proposal.”

“How could you possibly—” I begin, completely dumbfounded at how she knows what I came here to do. But she fixes me with a look.

“Don’t insult me by thinking I don’t know you. Twenty years of friendship isn’t ...