My eyes felt like they were full of sand, and my brain was running on pure coffee and pure stress.
I sat at the big glass dining table, surrounded by endless sheets of paper, color swatches, and venue contracts for the Henderson wedding. My back ached, and my fingers trembled as I typed another email on my laptop. For weeks, I had been working day and night, trying to prove that I didn't need Dominic's money to make Brooks Events a success. But right now, I was crashing hard.
Suddenly, my laptop screen went dark.
I gasped, looking up in shock. Dominic stood right beside the table. He calmly closed my laptop lid with one hand and unplugged the charger with the other.
"Hey! What are you doing?" I snapped, glaring at him through my tired eyes. "I have three hundred emails to answer!"
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