Chapter 18

On Wednesday, some minutes before twelve o’clock, as if struck by some divine sense of understanding, Heather realized that Zac was only staying till the end of the year.

With growing dread, she realized that the end of the year was approaching faster than she thought it was.

‘I might never work with him again,’ she thought to herself.

She watched him casually walk past her table, winking as he went.

Her heart squeezed.

She thought about all the slimmer, prettier women that had surrounded him back at Dynasty Place, and then she nearly fainted.

‘I have to do something about it. No, I will do something about it,’ she promised herself.

Afterward, she cornered Mr. Igalmen on his way to the coffee dispenser.

She cringed, sticking her tongue out as he filled his cup to the brim with hot instant coffee.

“Ew, sir, I don’t know how you manage to drink this muck.”

He laughed. “Say what you want, but you can’t knock it if you haven’t