Jillian!” I called out. Her assistant poked her head into the room. “Yes?” “Has Sloane eaten yet?” “She had a banana and black coffee for breakfast,” Jillian said. “That was right when I came into the office, so around seven forty-five.” “Thank you, darling.” “Anytime.” She beamed at me, ignoring her boss’s death glare before a ringing phone drew her back to her desk. I faced Sloane again. “A banana and coffee doesn’t last three hours. We need fuel.” I pulled out my phone, already ordering an Uber. “Come to brunch with me, and I’m all yours afterward.
When he makes sure she eats
