By the time Zara drove back home, it was already past 6 p.m.
Zavier's car was parked outside the house, so she began thinking of a lie to tell.
But as she stepped out of her car, the front door of Zavier's car flung open—and his assistant approached instead, holding a food basket.
"Good evening, Ms. Quinn," he greeted, handing out the basket. "Mr. Quinn can't make it today, so he asked me to bring this for you."
Zara let out a breath of relief as she took the basket. At least she wouldn't have to lie to Zavier again.
"Thank you so much," she said.
She waited until he drove off before walking into the house.
Zara set the basket on the center table and slumped into the sofa, a soft smile spreading across her face as she thought back to the company. She was really in this time. It still felt unbelievable.
She reached for her phone in her purse and scrolled through her notifications. A text from Zavier saying he wouldn't make it. Missed calls from Kendrick and Nadia.
