Chapter Seven
CHAPTER SEVEN
Monday came far too soon, as it always did. I barely had time to set down my purse and turn on my desk lamp before Laini called me into her office.
Pen and paper in hand, I knocked on her doorframe before stepping inside. My normally calm and collected boss did not look well. It was only nine in the morning, and her curly hair was already coming loose of its hastily pinned updo. Her normally smooth skin was etched with deep lines, and her knuckles were white as she lifted her coffee cup to her lips.
“Are you okay, Laini?”
She motioned for me to sit. “Not in the least. Meetings started at seven this morning, then I got the most charming phone call.” She allowed me to absorb her sarcasm, then she sighed. “Jenna quit. Just up and quit. No two weeks’ notice, no
