The Key to Love: Adrenaline, #4 by Callie Bardot

Author:Callie Bardot
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Calinda B

Mia

On Thursday, five days after her botched date with Keys, Mia sat in a swamp of paperwork, ready to tear her hair from her head in large, painful clumps. Her task list stretched to the moon, and no way could she find the time to complete everything.

Her vacation time in Cancun two weeks ago had faded to a distant blip. Burnout still ripped at her mental health, leaving her exhausted. And, her last burst of stupidity on her date with Keys didn’t help. I was having such a good time, I can’t believe I just ran away Saturday night.

She pressed her fingertips into her eyes and silently groaned. Well, Keys got the hint at least. It’s been radio silence ever since. No texts, no phone messages—nothing had come her way from him. And she couldn’t bring herself to reach out to him. Not that I have any time. I’ve been working sixteen-hour days. My poor kitty has forgotten who I am.

The red light on her landline lit up, and she pressed the connect button, knowing it was Zander. “Hey, boss. What’s up?”

“Did you get those budget sheets balanced for the Rock-It event?” he said.

Her gaze swept her desk for the folder with the balance sheet. Whew. There it is. “Yes, boss.”

“Are all the sponsors secured?” Zander said.

“All but one,” she said.

“Which one?” he said.

“The energy drink company, Hot Clutch,” she said, glancing at her computer screen.

A gusty sigh met her ears. “They’re the biggest vendor. We must land them. We have to finalize the schedule by the end of the day tomorrow,” he said.

“I know, I know. I’ve been working my hardest,” she said, ready to explode.

“I know you have. Why don’t you give Chip Dillon over at Hot Clutch a call, cinch the deal and call it a day? It’s four o’clock, and you can use the rest.” Zander said.

“Thanks, boss,” she said and disconnected. Leaving at four wouldn’t make tomorrow any easier. She had to power through the next few hours and make it count. After looking up the Hot Clutch number in her contacts list, she tapped it into the landline.

“Hot Clutch, Incorporated. This is Dana. How may I direct your call?”

“Hi, Dana, this is Mia over at EXcape. Is Mr. Dillon available?” Mia twirled her finger around the headset cord.

A frosty kind of silence filled her ear.

“I’m sorry. Did I lose you? I said this is Mia Song from EXcape calling for Mr. Dillon.” Mia frowned. Her finger hooked over the gold chain around her neck and tugged it.

“I heard you,” Dana said. “Mr. Dillon said to inform you that the sponsorship deal won’t be possible at this time. He’s moving in a different direction.”

Mia’s tummy tightened. “What do you mean it won’t be possible at this time? I just spoke with him yesterday. He said to contact him today, and he was sure we could come to an agreement.”

“Something came up. It’s a no from Hot Clutch,” Dana said, in a clipped tone.

“Can I speak with Mr.

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