Chapter 18: Not Your Kisses I Want

Abigail’s POV

Flora had left me alone all week. It was almost suspicious, considering how she usually jumped at any opportunity to undermine me, especially now with Charles overseeing the new project at the magazine. My latest manuscript, which I'd submitted on Friday, had sailed through approvals without a single comment from her. For once, I could focus on the work itself without constantly looking over my shoulder.

As I wrapped up the day’s tasks—checking in with the art team on layout designs, approving color schemes, and making last-minute changes with the proofreading team—I felt a strange sense of calm. But just as I was gathering my things, my phone buzzed. It was Max, letting me know he was waiting downstairs to pick me up.