Kayla
The cool evening air hit my face the second I stepped outside the building, instantly easing some of the tension sitting in my chest.
My phone buzzed inside my purse.
For one brief second, I thought it might be Jason again.
Instead, it was the help: Mrs. Blackwood, your vehicle was delivered to the estate this afternoon. The paperwork has been placed in the kitchen for you.
A smile spread across my face before I could stop it.
My Porsche was finally here.
I quickly sent back a thank-you text, then checked the time. I still had a few minutes before my next meeting. Enough time to breathe and push thoughts of Jason and my dad completely out of my mind.
By the time I returned upstairs, my focus was back where it belonged—the Julia Project.
The strategy meeting with my team went
