closed starter for @lilywhittaker // location: lily’s office, downtown
After almost a decade, she had finally shocked her publication team into silence.
Verity grinned as she checked her phone screen to zero notifications, a sharp contrast from the dozens of texts and emails that usually popped up every couple of minutes from her (constantly distressed) team back in New York. Around this time, as a book signing event for a new publication was in its initial planning process, she would have had to put her phone into airplane mode to keep herself from feeling the urge to fling it into the ocean. But this time was different.
After attending the engagement party during the previous weekend and learning that the event planner had been none other than Lily Whittaker, Verity had promptly informed her publication team that she was going to handle the event herself. They had thought she was drunk at first, as she usually didn’t even care to learn the details of such events until the morning of, much less take part in meetings. But after working with the wildcard author for years, they eventually took it in stride, as she knew they would. And if Lily Whittaker happened to be the person Nate had been making eyes at, then surely it was only simple coincidence. And her outfit, resembling the widow of a rich, mysteriously murdered billionaire? Also a coincidence.
Verity tapped her foot impatiently as she waited, her gaze focused on the decor of the office as she tried to glean what she could about the other woman from her furniture choices.
