Chapter 92

AMELIA Iretreated to my room as soon as I could after watching half a dozen colleagues take the leap of faith themselves. I was unable to pay attention and felt like my brain was disconnected from my body, like someone pulled the cord. Drake made sure I was all right, which I faked well enough for him to let me go, but truthfully, I wasn’t. I suspect he knew that, but when I took off early, there wasn’t much he could do about it. He’s the boss, so he had to see this thing through. I took a long shower, ordered some room service sandwiches that I have yet to touch, and climbed into bed. The whole hotel has been booked out by James and James, and I can already hear the signs of it turning into party central. There’s a low thump of music coming from the floor above, and the sound of a woman’s laughter floats in through the window. It’s still relatively early, but a lot of them have been drinking all day, starting with the mimosas. That’s obviously part of the whole deal and maybe why peop