It was 9pm on a Thursday, Emilia was in a car on her way to another late-night show interview.
Blood spatter on the counter, a pen knife on the floor, sirens in the distance.
This marked the 5th one she had done in the past month. Tomorrow, she had a morning show and Saturday she had a meeting with a publisher on a book opportunity.
The person behind in her line was dead, the contents of their ...