The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1)

Call me back, please.

I’m freaking out!!!

I throw my phone onto the lounge and continue my pacing. Why isn’t anyone calling me back?

I wait twenty minutes and then text Jameson again. My phone rings, and I scramble to answer it. It’s Molly.

“Hello.”

“Hi.”

“What happened?”

“I couldn’t get in to see him; he was in a meeting with the solicitors,” she whispers. “He’s got bigger things to worry about at the moment, Em. He could go to prison.”

I frown. What? “Oh my God.”

“Management is going nuts down here. I have to get off the phone before I get fired.”

“What?” My eyes fill with tears . . . I didn’t do this. “I could give a rat’s ass about the company right now. I need him to know that I didn’t do anything with Jake. That whole story is bogus.”

“I know. I’ll go back up in my lunch break. But for now, hang tight.”

I put my hand over my mouth as a roll of nausea fills my stomach.

“I’ll call you back as soon as I speak to him.”

I wait on the line, hoping for a miracle answer to come to us.

“Okay?” she asks.

“Yeah, okay,” I whisper before hanging up the call.

I begin to pace once more with a new sense of urgency. What if he believes this?

What if the board believes that he stole the money?

What if he’s charged . . . and goes to prison?

Oh my God. I text him again.

I’m serious.

Call me back NOW!!

I’m losing my mind over here.

Another thirty minutes pass as I continue to pace. I can’t deal with this waiting. I call Molly, and it goes straight to voice mail. I hang up in a fluster and call Aaron. His phone rings out.

“What the actual hell!” I cry through tears. “What’s going on over there?”

I text Jameson again.

Call me now, or I’m coming into the office!!!!!!!!

I’m getting angry, you must know I’m frantic.

My phone rings, and the letter J lights up the screen. I pick up a rush. “Oh my God, Jay.”