Leaving It to Fate

"No. I'll just wander." I grabbed my tote and walked out before he could marshal another argument. Behind me, he hesitated, still rattled by the lipstick stains, probably still replaying whatever heat he and Chloe stirred up last night.

The elevator doors closed, and my phone pinged. A text—of course—from Ms. Vance herself.

Chloe: [Mr. Ashford didn't throw up last night, did he? Sorry, I couldn't