Helen took her phone back. “There was another message after the party.”
My stomach dropped. “What does it say?”
She hesitated. I didn’t. “Helen. Show me.”
She scrolled further and handed it back.
“I signed tonight. Start date is October 1. Please don’t tell her. I need to do this my way.”
I looked at her. “He already did it?”
She nodded. “That’s why I’m telling you.”
My hands went cold. “Signed what?”
“A contract.”
“For what?”