ALEXANDER
The phone was pressed to my ear, and my other hand traced the edge of the conference notes I had spread out before me.
It was one of those long, dry discussions about quarterly projections, supply chain issues, and the endless demands of running the company. I was already exhausted.
“Yes, I understand. No, I don’t think that’s feasible given the current production schedule. I can authorize a review, but we’ll need to adjust timelines accordingly. Absolutely, I’ll follow up with the team… yes, I understand. Thank you.”
I hung up, setting the phone down gently and rubbing my eyes. That’s when I turned my attention to Faye.
She was perched in one of the leather chairs, her fingers working at her nails in that nervous, almost compulsive way she sometimes did when she was thinkin
