~Maya's POV~

I was sobbing in my hotel room, unsure what to do when Mishka called.

Mishka is a friend of mine who is originally from India. She’s someone I’ve known for three years. Mishka never liked Teresa. Perhaps she was able to perceive things that I was unable to. In her spare time, she moonlights as a waitress.

Me: Hello!

Mishka: Oh my God, you are a difficult woman to reach!

Where are you? There is a party being held at this hotel today for all the bigwigs, and we are down to one part-time employee. Please say yes.

Me: Well, I lost my job, so where is this...