Chapter 244

• CLOE POV
• And now I was late, the woman on my navigation software blurting about a load of crap that didn’t make any sense to me. I’d been around the block twice, looped the entire Favcom complex, and still I couldn’t find where the crap I was supposed to park. Bollocks.
• I was about to text him and say he could stuff his stupid meeting when I spotted a sign for visitor parking. Gleaming four-wheel drives, and little convertibles, and pushbikes, with a garish company cycle for life poster on the side of the bike rack.