The clock on the wall read 3:47 PM.
Ryan had been in meetings since eight that morning. Four back-to-back sessions. Two with investors. One with legal. And the last one with the marketing team who could not agree on anything.
His head throbbed from the work.
He rubbed his temples. Naomi sat across the conference table taking notes. She kept glancing at him. “You okay?” she asked.
Ryan nodded. “Fine. Just tired.”
He wasn’t fine.
Around 5:30 PM Naomi appeared at his office door with a steaming cup. “You look like you need this,” she said, smiling.
Ryan barely looked up. “Thanks, Naomi. Just leave it on the desk.”
He was reviewing documents, squinting at the screen. His vision already felt fuzzy from exhaustion. Naomi set the cup down. Her fingers lingered near the rim a second longe
