Her phone had been ringing nonstop since morning.
Nicky. Nicky. Nicky.
Every fifteen minutes like clockwork, his name flashed across her screen, vibrating on her desk, her kitchen counter, the bathroom sink.
Eliana didn't answer. Not once.
She walked into the office, sunglasses still on even though the sun wasn't nearly as rude as it had been the day before. She didn't feel like being seen.
Luca was already perched on her desk, legs crossed like a diva, holding a folder. "Darling, I need you to triple-check the fittings schedule before we disappear to Bali. I don't want any emails following me to paradise. Also, make sure the Singapore buyers get the final lookbook before Friday, confirm the Shanghai warehouse walkthrough, and make sure the Estella pullout hasn't gone rogue again."
Eliana looked up with a practiced smile, bright enough to fool anyone else. "Of course. All done before sunset," she chirped. "Bali trip will be perfect Luca, don't worry."
