Alex
The morning had began like any other—coffee boiling, the peaceful buzz of the city waking up outside my window. But today, something was different. My phone wouldn't stop buzzing.
Glancing at it, I saw a stream of missed calls and unread messages, some from famous investors, some from numbers I didn't recognize. The alarms heaped one after another, their urgency impossible to ignore.
I snatched up the phone, scanning through the texts. The tone was consistent: worry, displeasure, and, in some cases, open fury.
"Alex, have you seen what's online? This is bad for all of us."
"You need to call me ASAP." We can't move forward like this."
"I'm pulling out unless you explain this mess."
Pulling out? What mess? My chest tightened as I read the lines.
Setting my coff
