Cassie stared at her phone long after the call ended, her thumb hovering over the screen like she might hit redial if she stayed still long enough. She wanted to call Franklin back. Badly.
There were things left unsaid, words stuck halfway in her chest, gratitude tangled with something deeper.
But she stopped herself.
If she, with a life that barely scratched the surface of Franklin's empire, was always running on fumes and deadlines, then she couldn't even imagine what his schedule looked like.
Meetings stacked on meetings. Decisions worth millions made in minutes. Power that never slept.
He was coming back on Wednesday.
She'd thank him properly then.
That thought soothed her just enough to finally put the phone down.
It was late in Manhattan.
Franklin had alr
