Amara’s POV
Mr Adrian had called me the previous night, and even till now, his voice was still fresh in my head, echoing clearly like it had just happened seconds ago.
“I’ll be late tomorrow but I’ll tell you my take on your pitch when I get there.”
Ever since I woke up this morning, my mind hadn’t been at peace for even a moment, because no matter how much I tried to distract myself, the thought of what he might say kept coming back stronger.
I was nervous.
Very nervous.
What if he didn’t like it?
What if he asked me to redo everything from scratch after all the effort I put into it?
Or worse… what if he decided to give the project to someone else and all my hard work would just go to waste?
I shook my head slowly as I walked into the office that morning, trying to push those tho
