Mei’s Secret Weapon—Gala Espionage Edition

The morning after the gala, Ava woke up to the unmistakable sound of Mei whispering in what could only be described as a "dramatic espionage tone."

Still half-asleep, she groaned, turning toward Ryan, who—like a normal person—was still buried under the covers.

But Mei's voice carried.

"Phase one is complete."

Ava's brows furrowed. What?

She peeked out from under the blanket to see Mei sitting cross-legged on the armchair near the window, holding a clipboard.

A clipboard.

"Mei…" Ava's voice was hoarse from sleep. "What the hell are you doing?"

Mei gasped, eyes wide. "Oh, you're awake! Perfect timing."

Ryan let out a sleepy groan beside her. "Why is she talking?"

Mei waved them both off and gestured dramatically to Harold, who was sitting on the couch—wearing sunglasses indoors and sipping a cup of coffee like some kind of mafia informant.

Ava sat up instantly. "Okay, what are you two up to?"