Ava’s POV
I could feel the exhaustion creeping up on me, pressing down on my shoulders, down to my back, but I had no time to indulge in it. The mess with the clients had spiraled out of control, and I had to fix it before it was too late. The last thing we needed was to lose a valuable deal over something that should have never happened, something so minor.
The first client I called was understanding. Annoyed but willing to accept my assurance that the issue would be resolved immediately. The second, however, was an entirely different story.
“Miss Ava, I don’t care about your excuses,” he snapped, his voice sharp and filled with irritation. “This is highly unprofessional! Do you think we have time for these kinds of amateur mistakes? If this is how you handle business, then I see no re
