Leilani.
For the next couple of days, I avoided everyone from the Stormborn pack like they had the plague— which they actually did, and buried myself deep into the development of TINN.
By Wednesday, TINN was about 80% ready and the Landry group had made their first deposit of their funding into our company account.
By Thursday, I was a literal zombie running on adrenaline and a million cups of coffee as fuel.
And on Friday afternoon, Jarek dumped two tickets in front of me, his face scrunching up in distaste when he took in my entire haggard appearance.
He hissed; "Leilani, I don't think I pay you enough for you to forget about your health by overworking yourself like this!"
I sighed and dropped my gaze. "I know…" I muttered, and with a lighter tone, added; "…well, maybe you can start to consider increasing my salary."
