Trey’s POV
"What do you expect me to do with this damn laptop?" I whispered to Anna, trying to keep my voice low. She was starting to piss me off. Did she really think I could fix this? I wasn’t a damn tech guy.
Anna barely glanced at me, her fingers hovering over the laptop keyboard as if she actually knew what she was doing. But the slight tremble in her hands told me otherwise. She was just as lost as I was.
Before she could say anything, one of the board members stormed toward us. His face was red with frustration, his phone gripped so tightly that I thought he might crush it.
"Do something! Right now!" he snapped, barely keeping his voice under control. "We’re already trending for the wrong reasons!"
He turned his phone toward us, shoving the screen in my face. My stomach twisted
