Chapter 181

Third-Person POV

He sighed, exhaustedly letting his body slump back into his chair, eyes trailing to rest on the obnoxious pile of papers resting in the center of the office desk. His apartment was as messy, drafts of papers, notes and old coffee cups on most surfaces; the only thing that said was that he had been working hard and long during the night. Working with Megan was like a tornado, but as much as he was past elated what this might give to his breaking career, this started to catch up with him.

A knock at the door broke the spell. "Come on in!" he replied wistfully, not for a delivery or a lousy distraction.

The door opened, and Megan came in—resolution and exhaustion etched across her face. "Hey, Chris. You got a minute?"

Chris moved into a more upright sitting position and gestured to the chair opposite him. "Of course, Megan. What's going on?"

Megan sat down, massaged her temples, and said, "I have to juggle everything, trai