Azrael nodded thoughtfully. "I can create a shared digital calendar. And a task management system."
Lucien groaned. "This is turning into a real job."
"It is a real job," I said. "It'sourjob. Our business. Our future." I looked at each of them in turn. "If we're going to do this, let's do it right. Together."
Darius's silver eyes met mine, and something passed between us—a recognition, an acknowledgment, a promise. "Together," he agreed.
The others echoed the word, one by one, until it filled the kitchen like a benediction.
Together.
I smiled and picked up my pen. "Okay. Let's get to work."
