(Ayra's POV)
I woke up the next morning to the sound of my phone buzzing.
Sasha.
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose before answering. "Hey, Sasha."
"Girl, what is this I'm hearing about a party?" she demanded, her voice shrill with excitement.
I forced a small laugh. "It's exactly what it sounds like. A celebration."
"For what?"
"The company hit a major milestone."
"And why am I hearing about it from your assistant and not you?"
"I was so busy I forgot to tell you."
There was silence on the other end, then a snort.
"Ayra, please. I know you better than that. You don't throw parties over 'milestones.' Besides, you've been unwell. So, what's really going on?"
I sighed wearily. Sasha had always been the curious type, and I wasn't in the mood for an interrogation.
"It was a last-minute decision," I said casually. "I figured everyone could use a break—and so could I."
