Champagne Problems by Hart Staci

Author:Hart, Staci [Hart, Staci]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Young Adult, Adult
Amazon: B087ZQV4ZT
Goodreads: 55248502
Publisher: Staci Hart
Published: 2020-07-09T07:00:00+00:00

LEVI

I flew toward Half Moon diner like a fucking hurricane.

She’s the boss for a reason, I heard Yara say when I raged into her office upon finding out they’d pushed the article live on the website within a half hour of my turning the approved edits in.

And nobody had told me. But they wouldn’t have, knowing I’d push back. So they’d just gone ahead and fucked me, and with that, my chances. And just hours ago, without any time for Stella to process it. Without any time to calm down before I told her it was me.

Fucked. Well and truly fucked.

Part of me wondered if Yara and Marcella had planned this, pushed it live knowing it would complicate things for me in the hopes that I’d fold, keep up the ruse so I wouldn’t Chernobyl the whole operation. They’d succeeded in complicating things. But there was no way I would fold. Forcing me to do something I was morally opposed to only had one outcome: defiance. And I was so fucking mad, I’d blast it all to hell before I’d bend, not after they’d disregarded my requests and gone around me to publish.

Stella was pissed. We’d been texting all day, but when the article broke, she lost it. I’d let her talk, didn’t say much, and ultimately promised her we’d talk about it tonight. Which we would. She just had no idea that I was about to throw a grenade at her.

As soon as this interview was over, I was onto the next hard thing. And the only way to cope was to stuff it into a box to be dealt with when we were face-to-face.

The tip had come in a few hours ago, answering the question I’d asked in the article—the identity of Cecelia Beaton. Inside the diner I approached was an informer with a condemning notebook and a real name, and once I got them, I had to figure out what the fuck to do with them. Yara had suggested sending an intern first to scope it out in an effort to protect my identity with the intent to plan a second meeting. But hiding had been her idea, not mine. Slinging my work around like it had come to them for free was them. I had nothing to hide, not anymore. And I certainly wasn’t going to send an intern to do my job. Yara wasn’t happy about it.

I couldn’t pretend to give a shit what she thought.

The bell over the door rang as I entered, and a waitress somewhere from the back told me to sit anywhere. But I was too busy scanning the diner to hear her. The caller was male, and I noted two males and one female sitting alone. My eyes snagged the woman dressed conspicuously inconspicuous in a baseball hat, Army jacket, and sunglasses that were too big for her face. Her gaze shifted from her phone to me and held it.

A smile spread on her face.

I knew that smile.

Oh my fucking God.

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