Hiding in the CEO's Closet

Butterflies swarmed Anya’s stomach. She chewed her lower lip, tapping her fingers against the steering wheel of her sad, red Toyota Prius. A long line of sleek limousines and expensive sports cars idled in front of Vivienne’s grand manor, waiting to drop off the city's elite. Regret washed over her. She should have stayed home. She reached for the gear shift, ready to throw the car into reverse an