Jessica's POV

I keep dialing, tapping my fingers against the counter as I wait for them to pick up. The bar is loud, filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and music that vibrates through my chest.

Finally, the call connects.

There’s a shuffle, and then the voice I’ve been waiting for the boss.

“What?” His tone is sharp, impatient.

I straighten in my seat. “I’ve set the plan in motion.”

Silence. Then, his voice drops into something colder. “And you did that without informing me first?”

I swallow. “Look, I need you to calm down and listen to what I did.”

He doesn’t say anything, which means he’s listening. So, I...