My schedule was a mess and it was all my fault.
I had a call after lunch with my grandfather's deputy and I was already biased about what he had to tell me.
On top of that, I wasn't comfortable writing in the Oz studio, I could barely proofread the proofs they'd emailed me. Luckily, I had a couple of tricks up my sleeve to stall for time and Noah's promise that I'd have my own room by the weekend.
Caroline had packed lunch for me and left several things in the fridge for the next few days. I was fine with being spoiled like that, I was no longer in Los Angeles, now I really depended on someone. I stared at my bank account for a few interminable minutes, trying to figure out how to not feel obligated to Oz for everything he did for me and the only possible solution could also make him an
