Chapter 5

My phone stayed quiet all night long.

I figured Sophia and Emily had probably been up until dawn, scheming about how to deal with me, the "heartless bastard."

The next morning, Emily called.

Her voice was exactly what I'd expected—fake rationality mixed with forced warmth.

"Lex, it's me. Can we... can we meet up and talk?"

"Sure," I let out a sneer.

"How about three o'clock this afternoon? That coffee shop downtown you always go to?"

"Fine."

I hung up, and my assistant walked into the office.

"Mr. Quinn, everything's been handled. The moving company packed up all of Ms.…