Chapter 41

A few days later, Emma's daily routine basically boiled down to eating, sleeping, and sketching designs. Safe to say, it was driving her nuts. With discharge set for tomorrow, she looked out the window at the sunlight streaming in. That tiny burst of brightness suddenly lifted her mood. If she stayed any longer, she might actually start growing moss. She had just stepped outside for a quick walk when her phone rang—Fiona. "Something's gone wrong in the design department. We need you back," Fiona said. Emma's eyes lit up like crescent moons. Now she had the best excuse to check out early. "Okay! I'll be there ASAP!" She hung up and rushed back to her room. After packing, she headed downstairs, flagged a cab, and went straight to the office. The chaos hit her the second she walked in. "Let go of me! Isla Scott, you shameless thief! You stole my damn design!" A furious woman clutched Isla's hair and wasn't about to let go. "You psycho! I didn't steal anything!" Isla screamed back, yanking