Parker tapped his phone again, calling Cassidy for what felt like the tenth time today. He honestly didn't even remember anymore. Time was a blur. Money didn't mean shit. And sleep? What even was that?
She picked up fast—way too fast—and before she even spoke, he sighed into the speaker like a bored cat god summoning his mortal assistant.
"I know, I know," he said before she got a word in. "I'm disturbing you again. Trust me, I can feel the eye-roll through the line."
Cassidy groaned. "You don't disturb me, Boss. You haunt me. Like a damn ringtone poltergeist."
He laughed.
"That's cute. But you signed up for this. I'm the boss who gets possessed by business ideas every six minutes. You? You're the poor soul chained to my genius."
"Oh, I'm so honored," she said dryly. "Should I tattoo your logo on my forehead too?"
"Maybe just a small tramp-stamp for now," he teased, grinning.
Cassidy snorted. "What do you want this time, Your Highness?"
