Stella POV
I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my temples, trying to relieve the tension that had built up in my head. The piles of files on my desk seemed to be multiplying by the minute, and I felt like I was drowning in a sea of paperwork.
It had only been a few months since I had taken over as president of the company, but it felt like an eternity. The pressure and stress of the job were starting to take a toll on me, and I was beginning to wonder if I was cut out for this kind of work.
I looked around my office, which had once belonged to my father, and felt a pang of nostalgia. He had worked tirelessly to build this company from the ground up, and I knew that he had suffered greatly in the process.
I had always admired my father's work ethic and his dedication to his job, but no
