Chapter 139

Priya didn’t have a job yet, so I offered her one. Nothing fancy—just temp help, weekly pay, cash if she wanted. She showed up the next day in trainers and a messy bun, then carried a massive steel table up the stairs by herself without breaking a sweat. Yvaine watched her drag it into place and muttered, ‘How is she stronger than me and you combined?’ The studio was big—too big for three people, even with Priya on beast mode. ‘We need to hire someone,’ I said. Yvaine stuck out her hand. ‘Leave it to me. I know people. I’ll find you someone competent, punctual, and preferably not creepy.’ ‘Great. Don’t get scammed.’ I knew why she stuck around. She’d had no time to go home this week, which meant she had not seen Emmett and, consequently, had not been yelled at all week. ‘I barely texted Cassian.’ She looked smug. ‘Being busy suits me.’ ‘Are you complaining or bragging?’ ‘Neither. I like this. Real work. Once the cake shop’s redone and I’ve got proper staff, I might even turn it into on