Chapter 52

TESSA

My head is pounding. Like, heartbeat-in-my-skull kind of pounding.

Hours spent hunched over a computer will do that to you. When the first set of migraines hit, I grabbed some Tylenol, swallowed it dry, and threw on my reading glasses like a grandma with a grudge.

Ana from Legal? Probably curled up in bed, dreaming of spa days and balanced schedules—AKA she’s my polar opposite and has a life to live, probably tucked in bed, asleep by 12:58 AM—so she has no time to respond to my emails.

Meanwhile, I’m still here.

Alone.

Again.

Whatever.

I stretch and let out a yawn. My desk is a disaster—coffee cups, highlighters, Post-its with half-written thoughts and tomorrow’s to-do list.

1. Make amends with Emilia.

2. Contact her family’s lawyers.

3. Get her family photos copyrighted.

I seriously do not get paid enough, as a best friend and PR manager. Sometimes, it feels like I work ten different jobs at once with abs