Harper lingered a little longer, chatting with Maya about work, life, and love while savoring Ms. Janice’s lasagna.
She reassured Maya to keep her focus on her own world—and her assigned tasks. “Trina’s core team is tight,” Harper said. “Just you, me, and five others. Everyone else in PR? Practically invisible. So if you catch wind of any rumors or whispers, just brush them off. It’s all empty noise from obvious sources who don’t matter.”
With a mischievous smile, she shifted gears. “By the way, have you thought about the Isla Aurelia trip yet? We’ll be there for a week. Since it’s a private island, we have to get to the port early and take a private yacht and all that fancy stuff.”
Jamie glanced up, a small smile on his face. “Hey, Maya… you go and enjoy that trip, alright? Don’t stres
