Jessica was telling me what happened between her and one of her friends when my phone vibrated against the bed.

The sound cut through her sentence.

"…and I swear if she says that again I--" She stopped, raising a brow. "Are you going to check that or just stare at it as it offended you?"

I picked it up expecting it to be a text from Darius. Instead, it was an email.

From the company.

My pulse shifted slightly as I opened it. The message was short, professional, and polite.

They understood that something had come up and were perfectly comfortable with me resuming my position a week later.

I...