Annika sat up straight and smiled bleakly. “It’s funny you say that. I was just thinking what a massive train wreck Hudson Craft is before you got here.” For obvious reasons, she left out the part about thinking of him as a handsome train wreck. There was no need to cloud the issue. Besides, June had eyes. She knew what Hudson Craft looked like.

“Uh oh.” June fired up her Millennium Falcon–skinned laptop. “Is he in another article?”

“Just emailed you the link.”

She heard June click a few times, and then gasp in satisfying outrage. “Tech Buzz? You were supposed to get the Tech Buzz article. That journalist said it’d be about you!”

Annika drummed her fingers on the desk. “Read the headline; it gets better.”

“No!” June cried again. “You’re ‘Mr. Relationshape: The debonair twenty-five-year-old with the GQ smile who’s changing the shape and nature of relationships!’”

Annika raised an eyebrow.

“Well, uh—except I guess you’d be Miss Relationshape, and you’re twenty-four. And I’d say you’re more charming than debonair.” June paused thoughtfully. “Also, your smile is more Yoga Journal than GQ. I knew I should’ve called my cousin. I’m pretty sure he has a friend at Tech Buzz.”

Annika sighed. “It wouldn’t have helped. Breaking people up is way sexier than helping them make up.”

“But his business model is built on tears and heartbreak. If someone I was dating paid a ‘terminator’ to break up with me for him?” June mimed her head exploding. “Oh hell no.”

Annika couldn’t help the disdain from creeping into her voice as she read out loud from the article. “‘It’s better than being ghosted.’” She looked up from her screen at June. “So—the options are being broken up with by a random ‘terminator’ or being ghosted? What about being kind enough to let someone down easily?”

June shook her head. “He’s a complete and total ass-face, Annika. That’s the only explanation.”

Annika picked up ZeeZee again and pulled on the zombie stress ball’s wart-studded nose. “I don’t like to say I hate people, but I think I actually viscerally hate Hudson Craft. Like, I hate every single thing he stands for.”

June gave her a look. Damn. That was the problem with having a best friend who’d been your college roommate and was now practically your business partner: They knew way, way too much. “You don’t like to say you hate people? What about Fishdick Felix?”

“Who?” Annika screwed up her nose. Then her expression cleared. “Oh, you mean that guy in the freshman dorms who used to microwave fish sticks in the kitchen? Everyone hated him.”

“Do you need a refresher?” June held up her fingers one by one. “Rehan Shah, your lab partner who chewed his gum wrong?”

“It was ridiculously noisy.”