Sarah’s pov.
I stood in the middle of the buzzing office trying to focus on the stack of paperwork in front of me, but my mind was miles away.
The past few weeks had been exhausting, with the press conference taking a toll on me.
We are about to reveal our latest products at the business event in two days' time. It was supposed to be the big reveal, something we had worked months on perfecting.
But today, something went wrong—horribly wrong.
I glanced over at the clock. It was already past 10 a.m., and the day was just beginning. The formulator had screwed up. Again.
My hand trembled as I reached for the clipboard. Weeks of sleepless nights flashed before my eyes—this couldn't be happening, not now.
If this formula didn't work, we were finished. My throat tightened as I scanned the
