Chapter 17 The Call

Harper's phone rang loudly in the silence of her office. Harper, who was half asleep on her desk, murmured before reaching for it. One thing being a fashion boss did was that it afforded her less sleep, and so she had to make do with the short naps she took in the office. Hence, her murmurings at the caller at such an hour. Even though Harper had steady hands to run her business in her absence, her workaholic and managerial spirit never let her take a rest or even step away from it for a while. She fussed over it like it was her baby, and indeed, it was. But perhaps it was time for Harper to step aware so that she could see other things—men, inclusive. And maybe they would see her, too. She looked at her screen; it was an unknown caller. She hesitated, wondering who could be calling her with a strange number. It seemed the person was out of the country. She didn't recognize the number, but something about the international prefix caught her attention. She picked up, her voice cau