Ava heaved the kind of sigh that could've blown out a dozen birthday candles at once. For the past ten minutes, she had been parked across the street from Shen's glass-and-marble monstrosity of a corporate building, glaring at it.
She wasn't sure if she was preparing for war, considering jumping into oncoming traffic, or hoping the earth would just open and politely swallow her entire vehicle whole.
Her hand hovered above the door handle. "Maybe if I faint now," she muttered, "they'll just send someone else. Or maybe… maybe I can just say the baby kicked my pancreas and I blacked out?"
She was bargaining with fate.
Her first official mission from Zach—and he sends her to Shen's company. Shen, of course. Who else? Maybe if it's not for him, Zach might have even already thrown her out of the estate and rot together with Zeke.
