“Nice.” Annika traced a drop of condensation down the side of her glass. “And the new feature we’ve been talking about—the future projection? I know you’re working really hard, but have you had a chance to look at the notes I sent over?”

“I have! I think it’s going to be so good. That was a flash of brilliance on your part, honestly.”

Annika waved her off. “I mean, it’s all about execution and that’s all you. But yeah, if we can project a realistic future for the couples who use Make Up based on data, I think the app will be so much more powerful. Not to mention it’ll make them so much more likely to try and fight for their relationship if they think it has a sustainable future.”

“It’ll make things real,” June agreed, playing with her napkin. “It’s ambitious, but I think we can pull it off. Your notes and ideas were detailed enough that I have a good stepping-off point.”

“Good.” Annika took a sip of her margarita and watched a guy at the bar try to get the bartender’s attention in vain.

“Oh shit, I almost forgot to tell you.” June set her drink down with a clatter. “Guess what?”

Annika raised her eyebrows. “Um … Alesandro’s on the FBI’s Most Wanted list? Lady Gaga wants to feature you in her next music video? Princess Leia invited you to high tea on Alderaan?”

June sighed. “Stop it. And high tea would be impossible, considering Alderaan was destroyed by the Death Star in the original 1977 film.” She took a breath. “Anyway, you know how Time is doing that big spread on Hudson?”

Annika took a morose sip of her margarita. “Yeah. I remember. We still need to figure out damage control for that mess, how to offset it and impress the EPIC investors in our own way.”

A sneaky smile spread across June’s face. She leaned forward, her hair falling in her face. “Weeeellll … we might not have to. I just happen to know Megan Trout, who’s a senior editor for Time, who also happens to be BFFs with Emily Dunbar-Khan, who’s doing the piece. Megan put me in touch with Emily, and I said, ‘You know what, Emily? There’s a great businesswoman who runs an app that does the exact opposite of Break Up. While Hudson Craft pries people apart, Annika Dev lives to bring them together. Wouldn’t it be fun to pit them against each other? Let readers decide who they want to side with—the heartbreaker or Dr. Make Up.’”

Annika set her margarita down slowly, her heart thumping. A large, noisy group of people walked past her, bumping her chair, but she barely noticed. “What did she say, June?”