CHAPTER TWELVE
HARPER
Dinner starts in an hour, so Ethan and I go upstairs to change clothes.
“How do you think the panel went?” I ask when we’re finally alone. “Truthfully.”
“I told you, you killed it, and I meant it. In fact, my favorite part is how you throat punched Shayla with your words. The whole bit about being original was a direct hit. When I saw her lookin’ like she was chewing rocks, I almost fist-pumped the air.”
“She deserves it. I’m just tired of her getting away with her shady practices and no one saying anything about it. It’s not hard to come up with original ideas if you love what you’re doing.”
“You’re right. I think she took it personally, though.” Ethan’s phone rings, and he excuses himself to answer. He moves to the large windows that overlook the city and chat
