Bailey ended the call, her heart racing. “I have to go. Edward’s orders.”

Ava smirked. “Good luck. Try not to strangle him.”

Bailey chuckled weakly. “I’ll try. See you later, Ava.”

Twenty minutes later, Bailey walked into her father’s grand office at Wit Builders. Edward sat behind his imposing mahogany desk, a stern expression on his face.

“You’re late,” Edward said without looking up.

“Sorry, Dad. Traffic,” Bailey mumbled, taking a seat.

“Excuses,” he snapped, finally lifting his gaze to her. “You need to be more punctual.”

“Yes, Father.”

He leaned back, scrutinizing her. “You look terrible. Have you been crying?”

Bailey forced a smile. “Just tired. Long night.”

“Enough...