Chapter 111: Carla

Thursday. Ashton Khoury's Home, New York City, NY.

CARLA HADN'T SLEPT. HOW could she?

Jared was family. And now he was gone.

Ashton had cried himself to sleep in her lap, too scared of what might happen. He'd been a complete mess since the call from the foreman on site at the resort. Everything was on Carla's shoulders to figure out, like usual.

She loved Ashton, but he was shitty in emergencies. That's why he needed her and Jared to manage him. They kept him going, remembered all the details, cleared the way so he could be this powerhouse of energy and ideas. It was a team effort, and one third of their team was now missing.

Carla sprayed the mirror and swiped the surface in time to the music.

She should be getting ready, primping, something. But she needed this.

The moment Ashton saw her he was going to chew her out about how he hired people to do this, blah blah blah, and she'd tell him what she always told him: He should have picked someone that wasn't the maid's d