Kamila took the box from him. “Go, sit, drink your tea.” She could handle this. Her blood thing was usually only a problem at the first sight of her own blood. Rohan looked back at her, concerned. “I got this. Go sit,” she told him.

“Okay, but I’ll be right here if you need me to put out any fires.”

After bandaging her own hand, she finished slicing the sweet potatoes and put two slices in the toaster.

“That was Rashida on the phone,” Dad said to Rohan. “Jana Suleiman is returning from Tajikistan soon.”

What? No. Kamila must have misheard. Jana Suleiman’s fancy contract at an international aid agency was supposed to go on for a few more months.

“Her contract is over already?” Rohan asked.

“Apparently she’s left her post early,” Dad said.

They continued talking about Jana the Great, while Kamila’s mind was reeling. Fudge. Kamila did not like Jana Suleiman.

She took a breath. This wasn’t a big deal. Her focus should only be on Dad’s health and growing her client list at Emerald. So what if her secret nemesis was moving back to town? She felt a throbbing in her finger, a reminder that she’d already had one mishap here and didn’t need another. But it was fine. One cut finger was hardly a fire to be put out.

Dad suddenly stood, knocking his chair to the floor. “Kamila! The toaster’s on fire! You need to put it out!”

Damn it.

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Kamila put that little kitchen inferno out of her mind because her client meeting today was beyond important. It had to go well—this was a dream client. It was exactly the type of large, complicated account Kamila needed to prove to Dad that she could manage things fine if he went down to part-time at Emerald. But if there was one thing Kamila prided herself on, it was her ability to brush off setbacks and forge ahead, usually with impeccable style. And style was something she’d need to wow this client—Nirvana Lotus Day Spa was a buzz-worthy establishment whose soothing bamboo and vibrant lotus flower decor was so Insta-worthy the place had risen to the top of Toronto spots to be photographed in. That was why Kamila hadn’t changed out of the full-skirted floral dress and matching heels.

After arriving at the posh building, she gave her name to the receptionist and waited for one of the spa owners to meet her.

Five minutes later, a woman appeared in the waiting room. “Ah! Kamila! Fabulous! Thank you so much for meeting me on a Saturday! I’m sorry I had to cancel yesterday. Can I offer you a manicure to make up for it? I was just about to get my weekly polish change.”