“Move your hands. Let me get that,” Zara says, shifting my hands away from the buttons on my top.
My hands have been shaking badly ever since I tried to put it on.
“I’m so f*****g terrified, Zara. What if I faint in there today?”
“Then I’ll be right there to catch you,” she drags me, not even looking up from the button she’s fixing.
“And I’ll tell everyone you were so overcome by your own brilliance you had to take a dramatic nap.”
A weak laugh slips out of my mouth.
“But you’re not gonna faint,” she continues, finishing the last button and smoothing down my collar.
“You survived two years in prison and built a million-dollar company. A room full of people in stupid wigs is just a normal Tuesday for you, bitch.”
“But… this one’s different…” I groan.
“Hey! Nothing serious is happe
