Kelly’s POV
The rhythm of Donovan Corp didn’t slow down for anyone, definitely not for me. Every day felt like stepping onto a treadmill already running at full speed.
I kept telling myself I was adjusting, getting better, finding my footing. But the truth was simpler and far less comforting than I thought: I was surviving by inches.
That morning had started out deceptively calm. The office lights gave a warm ambiance, the air smelled faintly of fresh coffee, and for once I felt like I had a handle on my tasks.
I had double-checked my emails, sorted the files Claire had shown me, and even finished a report ahead of schedule. It felt like a tiny, well-earned victory.
Only for me to forward the wrong file to a client.
It all happened in a blink of an eye. I attached a document, hit
