The next hour was spent hammering out details with the kind of intense focus usually reserved for international peace negotiations. Nick and Roni proved surprisingly useful, bringing practical concerns and marketing expertise that none of us had considered. By the time we broke for lunch, we actually had the skeleton of a plan that might work.
“Same time tomorrow?” Nick asked as we gathered our things.
“Assuming no one’s been murdered by then,” Julian said cheerfully.
“The day is young,” Alexander replied without looking up from his phone.
“You two are hilarious,” Roni said dryly. “Isabella, want to grab lunch?”
“Actually, I need to check something in the library first. Rain check?”
She shrugged and left with Nick, their voices fading down the hallway as they discussed social media s
