I took a deep breath. “I can see why you’re upset with me. I haven’t handled our situation in the best way. I should have talked to you. I didn’t realize…I mean, looking back, I knew about Grant. But I thought it was the position you wanted, not necessarily him. Now that I know, I get it. I don’t think he’s all that attractive, but I see why others do.”

“He’s very cute,” Sasha sulked. “He really does care about this company and the employees, and he’s so smart—and sweet. When he’s not trying to figure out how to keep Titan on top, he’s talking about you. It’s infuriating. You are never kind to him.”

I frowned. “I’m not. I will try to work on that.”

“No! Don’t do that!” she said, shaking her head. “I just meant that...don’t go out of your way on my account.”

“I’m sorry. I would like us to get along better,” I said. Now that I knew the source of her disdain, it was easier to understand the motives behind her hateful remarks. “You still can’t put your feet on my desk.”

“You’re right. Totally out of line. I apologize.”

I wasn’t sure what to say next. We had never been civil to each other, and now that we had come to an understanding, all that was left was an awkward silence.

“I was, er…I was just about to get some coffee. I’m going to be here all night reorganizing the file room. It’s atrocious. So…do you want some?”

“Coffee?”

“Yes,” Sasha said, trying a smile.

“Here,” I said, pulling a twenty dollar bill from my pocket. “I can’t drink coffee, especially not the sludge in the break room. I’ll grab me an apple cider and you a coffee at that place on Spruce. It’s my favorite.”

Sasha snatched the bill from my fingers. “I’ll get it. I need a break, anyway. I just need a flashlight.”

“Why?”

“I had to park four blocks down in that parking garage because of the construction, and the lighting is nonexistent.”

“Why don’t you take my….” I had to stop myself and think. Jared was surely back by now, but he couldn’t take her in the Escalade, for many reasons. My car was parked at the curb just outside. The only people I had allowed to drive it were Jared and Bex, and that was only because they had supernatural powers of precision and lightning reflexes. It was too late, now. I’d opened my mouth, and a retraction would shake our already fragile cease-fire. I would have to let Sasha drive the car my father had given me.

“Why don’t you take the Beemer?” I said, nearly choking on my words.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I said, holding out the keys. “Just be careful, please.”