Semua Bab Pls Alpha, I'm Just Human : Bab 1 - Bab 5

I violently shoved a thick woolen sweater into my suitcase, cursing the zipper when it refused to budge. Three hours until my flight. Ninety minutes until I had to be in a cab. And I was currently fighting a losing battle with polyester blends."You're doing it wrong."I looked up to see Ivy leaning against my bedroom doorframe, holding a glass of green juice that probably cost more than my hourly rate. Ivy Caldwell was my roommate, my best friend, and the only reason I wasn't currently living in a cardboard box. She came from old money, the kind that vacationed in the Hamptons and had buildings named after them but she rebelled by living with me and working as a graphic designer."I'm packing," I grunted, sitting on the suitcase to force it shut. "Or trying to."Ivy walked over, set her juice on my nightstand, and nudged me off the luggage. "You're packing for a funeral. Grey, black, navy blue. Maya, you're going to Seattle, not a wake.""I'm an auditor, Ivy. We're the funeral direct

I didn't take a cab back to the office. I walked.I needed the cold Seattle drizzle to cool the heat blazing on my cheeks. A pet. The audacity. The sheer, unmitigated arrogance.I stormed through the revolving doors of Cohen Enterprises, ignoring the startled look of the security guard, and marched straight to the elevators. My new boots clicked a furious rhythm on the marble floors, a sharp, aggressive sound that matched my mood perfectly.When I reached the fifteenth floor, it was nearly empty. The admin staff had gone home for the day, leaving the office in a state of humming silence. Mrs. Vance’s office door was closed, the blinds drawn.Good.I threw my bag onto my desk in the glass fishbowl they called an office and sat down. My hands were shaking, not from cold, but from adrenaline."Focus, Maya," I hissed to myself. "Forget the eyes. Forget the steak. Forget the blonde ice queen. Follow the money."I opened my laptop and dove back into the data. Levi had said to look for what