85. Hannah

EIGHTY-FIVE

A calendar invite dings on my computer.

I click on it and have to read the invite twice. Because it's from Maddox.

For two o'clock. In his office. Apparently to discuss Q4 projections.

I look at the clock.

It's one forty-five.

My phone vibrates on the desk, and I pick it up.

BB Wolf: Don't be late.