Chapter 10
Saturday night, nearing nine o’clock, and here I was, still working on my report. The board was right. Good Ear was slowly going under, and if I didn’t honor my new contract with the manors, I’d lose my government money next year and would have to admit defeat. What would I do? Go back to school? No, I’d get a real job. A nine-to-five gig.
Ugh.
For the tenth time in the last five minutes, I checked my phone. No new messages. After our weekly nap, Nash had given me one of his phenomenally effective pep talks, and I’d finally summoned the courage to text Lei and ask him if he wanted to go see that Something Summer play. But that had been over five hours ago, and anyway, the play was at eight. We’d missed the first hour. That settled that.
I went back to my spreadsheet and blin
