Aria's POV
The fluorescent lights of my office burned my eyes as I squinted at the spreadsheet for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. Numbers blurred together, refusing to make sense anymore.
I rubbed my temples, trying to ward off the headache that had been building for the past three hours.
Jennifer had left two hours ago to meet with Horizon Capital's representatives—Damian's people—to finalize the investment contracts.
She'd offered to stay and help me finish the quarterly projections, but I'd insisted she go. This was too important to delay.
Besides, I could handle a few spreadsheets on my own.
Or so I'd thought.
My stomach growled loudly, reminding me that I'd skipped lunch. And dinner.
When was the last time I'd eaten? Breakfast at Damian's thi
