The door slammed next door and only then did he look away, his gaze lingering for a moment before he reached over to pick up the photo Petty had tossed aside in her rush. He smoothed out the crumpled picture, glanced at the little foot in the image, then tucked it under his pillow without a second thought.
…
Petty hadn’t been back in her room long when her phone rang. It was Nash calling.
After she hung up, Petty let out a long breath. Nash said he’d already added her name to the list for the Everell assignment. She didn’t even have to ask to know Laura had pulled some strings. There was no way Nash could have gotten confirmation so quickly on his own.
Who would have thought two rivals could ever work together? And the weirdest part was, she was the reason for their temporary truce. Still, it meant things were settled now.
With her academic background and work experience, she was confident the review process wouldn’t be a problem. In less than six weeks, she’d be heading off with the media team to Everell. Three years, maybe even longer.
Petty flopped back onto her bed, rolling over and propping herself up on one arm. She watched General on the floor, lazily pawing at the cane, and suddenly her chest felt hollow and empty.
She dozed off right there on top of her blankets, a faint scent hanging in the air as she drifted into a deep sleep. She never even noticed the door opening from the outside.
General, half-asleep on the floor, suddenly jerked awake. He pricked up his ears and threw a wary look at the door, let out a low whine, then put his head back down and closed his eyes again.
…
The next morning, Petty hesitated as she pushed back the covers. When had she fallen asleep last night? And why had she slept so soundly? She spotted her jacket, neatly folded at the foot of the bed. She had no memory of taking it off.

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