Feeding A Drama Queen

Meanwhile…

Henry stared at his phone as it rang… again.

No answer.

He leaned back against the leather seat of his SUV, parked just outside Logan Kingsley's penthouse building. His fingers tapped impatiently on the steering wheel.

"This girl better not be ignoring me for beauty sleep," he muttered.

He redialed.Still no answer.With a sigh, he tried one last time.

The line connected.

And then came a voice so sharp it could cut glass. "Who the hell is calling me this late at night? I don't need any credit cards or free grocery offers. I'm hella rich, you idiots!"

Henry blinked. "Uhh… Miss Emma?"

There was a pause. Then a beat of silence.

Her tone shifted instantly.

"Henry?"

"Yeah. Sorry to call so late, but… uh… it's urgent. It's about Jean."

Another pause.

"…What did she do now? Burn down a boardroom? Bite a CEO?"