Olivia

I shut down my computer, stretching my arms above my head. The contract had been burning a hole in my bag all afternoon, making it impossible to focus on anything productive.

My phone buzzed just as I was gathering my things. I grabbed it, heart jumping. Was it Ryan? Some pathetic attempt at reconciliation after I'd caught him balls--deep in my friend?

Or maybe Emilia was checking in. She'd been texting hourly updates since the party disaster, ...