Author's POV
The Breaking Point
The design studio reeked of desperation and cold coffee. Vivi surveyed her team—hollow-eyed zombies hunched over laptops, their creativity bleeding out with each rejected draft. Empty energy drink cans formed a small mountain by the printer, a monument to their collective exhaustion.
"That's it!" Vivi slammed her palm against the table, making everyone jump. "We're done bleeding over this tonight. Pack it up, people. Go home before you start hallucinating unicorns in the color swatches."
A collective groan rippled through the room—relief mixed with bone-deep fatigue. They'd finally cracked it. After seventy-two hours of creative warfare, they had something that didn't make their eyes bleed. Victory never tasted so much like stale donuts and reg
