Aria's POV
The next morning, I woke to beautiful chaos.
My phone exploded with notifications—panicked messages from Silver Creek, increasingly unhinged posts in their company Slack.
The entire analytics department had called in sick. All five of my former team members had submitted identical leave requests, effective immediately.
Projects were collapsing. Deadlines missed. Clients demanding explanations nobody could provide.
And Clara was losing her absolute mind.
I pressed my face into my pillow to muffle my laughter.
My phone buzzed with a text from Diana: [Just got seven missed calls from Clara threatening to fire us all. Worth it. Going to spend the week at my sister's beach house. Thank you for setting us free.]
[You earned it,] I texted back, grinning. [Enjo
