(Reese)
Monday mornings usually belonged to me because they were the cleanest part of the week. Deadlines hadn't slipped yet, vendors hadn't started apologizing for mistakes they hadn't admitted to making, and staff still believed schedules were realistic. On Monday morning, the week could still be controlled if I moved fast enough.
I liked control.
I was in the office before eight with my laptop open, production reports spread across the table, and my calendar already moving in blocks across the screen. Launch week was close enough now that every decision touched three others. Fabric approvals affected fittings, fittings affected campaign timing, campaign timing affected press, and one careless answer in the morning could become six avoidable problems by afternoon.
I worked through th
