Richard’s POV.
I sat at my desk, my head pounding as I stared at the same damn numbers. Sales were down, Vitalé Wellness was eating into our market share, and nothing I did seemed to make a difference.
Vitalé Wellness was eating away at my business faster than I could react. Nothing I did seemed to work. Every move we made, they were ten steps ahead.
The stress was piling up, and I was starting to feel like I was drowning.
I massaged my temples, the familiar pulse of a headache building behind my eyes. I’d been here before—staring at the same problem, night after night.
Only this time, it felt like everything was falling apart. My company, my sanity…even my engagement.
I heard the door to my office creak open but didn’t bother looking up.
“Still buried in work, huh?” Martin's voice
