Amelia left right after Noah. She didn’t give a damn where he was going—he could do whatever the hell he wanted. Honestly, the sooner he got out of this city, the better. She didn’t need him messing up her plans.
Right now, her focus had to be on clearing her name from that “stolen design” accusation. Nobody else could help her now… except maybe Aaron. Her fingers dug into her palm for a moment before she pulled out her phone and dialed his number.
At least Aaron still had some contacts in the design world. Maybe he could help her ride out this shitstorm.
To her relief, Aaron picked up pretty quickly. Maybe it was because she hadn’t bugged him since that drunk night. She’d behaved—didn’t bring up that they’d slept together, hadn’t shown up at his place, hadn’t even sent a damn message.
