The mansion felt unusually quiet that morning. Liam had been dropped off at preschool, Dean had left early for meetings, and I was alone with my thoughts and my laptop.
I had spent weeks building Angel’s Little Creations, my small business, from the ground up. Handmade crafts, curated gifts, and personalized designs had slowly begun gaining traction online, but today, I noticed something unsettling. Emails were piling up with complaints, messages of confusion, and some... threats.
My chest tightened.
I scrolled through the notifications, each new alert twisting a little more fear into my stomach. One of my suppliers had shipped the wrong items, another client claimed their package never arrived, and worst of all, someone had posted a misleading review online that could harm the fragile
