Facade of Love

Chapter 212 Just Hit Me Up

I tossed and turned all night and ended up waking at the crack of dawn.

Winter mornings in Lake City took their sweet time to brighten up. Squinting at the still–gray sky, it took me a minute to remember that I had knocked out at Clearwater Residence last night.

The sound of soft breathing next to me snapped me back to reality for a second. I did not linger -I climbed out of bed, careful not to disturb my soundly sleeping companion, grabbed my car keys, and left.

After a rough night and with dawn barely broken, I could not just barge into Sweety’s place and wake her, so I headed back to the Scotts instead.

I caught some more Z’s at the Scotts, and by the time I woke up again, it was late afternoon. Feeling refreshed, I lounged in bed and scrolled through my phone.

A bunch of missed calls popped up–Mom’s, Maxwell’s, and… Idris’s.

I decided to ring my mom back first. She was not as young as she used to be, and going to weddings now tired her out like it has not before. She had a lot to say, and I listened, chiming in when needed.

the wedding, but how the company was faring in his absence. I filled him in on everything, including the chat I had with Mr.

after hearing everything, then ventured, “So, judging by what you’ve told me, if we can just get Yates Group on board and strike a deal with them, we could lock down a few big

he could not see me.

Group would give us the time of day? Remember, they’re not exactly short on cash or clout. If they wanted to, they could easily snag all the projects for themselves. For Mr. Lowry and his crew, it’s a lot less hassle to work with one party than

given day, but when it came to work, he was all business, thinking things through

been nagging at me. I hesitated for a beat, then, instead of answering his question directly,

confusion. “What’s he got

he mentioned,” I said, dropping the bombshell,

voice spiked with a mix of shock and excitement that he could not quite rein in. “You’re talking about

Hit Me

the one!” I said, with a certainty that felt like a turning

for a few seconds before the voice on the other end finally broke the silence. “So, you’re looking to have a chat with Charlie,

shot. Whether it pans out or not, I’ve got to try.” If I could not land the project, I would just drop it. Now,

came through.