Ollie vB:
 
 Just Google two nurses one cop. Thank me later.
 
 Ollie vB:
 
 But make sure you do it through your iPhone to avoid viruses.
 
 Romeo Costa:
 
 For the millionth time, iPhones are not immune to viruses.
 
 Ollie vB:
 
 Aww, shucks.
 
 Ollie vB:
 
 That explains that $2M charge to Anita Hanjaab.
 
 Zach Sun:
 
 There’s no love involved with either of them.
 
 Ollie vB:
 
 Keep telling yourself that while you break every single rule you’ve ever had for Cinderella.
 
 The first sign that I needed to pause the brakes on the trainwreck that was my situationship with Farrow Ballantine came from Natalie, of all people.
 
 She cornered me in the conservatory, where I sat with six laptops open, trying and failing to track multiple markets on the tiny 12-inch screens. “Did something happen to your office?”
 
 Yeah. Farrow’s in it.
 
 I wasn’t avoiding her.
 
 On the contrary,she’dspent the past three days since the sauna incident dodging me every time I rounded a corner.
 
 Occasionally, she’d dip into my office and revisit our Go game, moving a stone here or there, but only when I wasn’t inside. Which, pathetically, forced me to set up camp in the opposite wing of the manor.
 
 I didn’t look up from the screens. “Is there a reason you’re here?”
 
 “Just concerned.”
 
 You and me both.
 
 Since when did I rearrange my life to suit the needs of another person that wasn’t blood related to me?
 
 Better yet, since when did Farrow Ballantine become someone whose thoughts, actions, and emotions I considered at all?
 
 I shot up from the chair, startling Natalie when it pelted across the room. Her jaw almost dislodged itself after I began pacing the floor-to-ceiling windows.
 
 Back and forth.
 
 Back and forth.
 
 I was going to erupt.
 
 Three days.