The CEO's Psycho Fiancée

Summary

The first call came as we were racing to JFK for the red-eye to London. It was my boss’s fiancée.

“Ava,” she breathed into the phone, her voice tight with panic. “Nathan hasn’t texted me back in three minutes. Three minutes. Is he tired of me?”

I glanced at Nathan Hayes, who was deep in conversation with our legal team on his own phone. My laptop was balanced on my knees, ten different files for the Axiom-Hartwell acquisition open, each one a blinking cursor demanding my attention. I tried to sound patient. “Cecilia, he’s just wrapping up a call. We’re in crunch time.”