Justin's POV
The meeting was a triumph.
By every measurable standard, it had gone perfectly. The Singapore investors had been impressed, the numbers had aligned, and by the time we shook hands, the deal was as good as signed. My team was buzzing with quiet satisfaction as they filed out of the conference room, shooting me looks of respect and admiration. I had done what I did best, commanded a room, closed a deal, been the CEO they expected me to be, but I felt nothing.
The entire presentation, the negotiations, the carefully timed smiles and firm handshakes, it had all been autopilot. My body had been there, going through the motions, while my mind was trapped in a fog of grief and guilt that no amount of professional success could penetrate. March 30th. Ivie. Anne. The words were a to
