“This subcontractor just went bankrupt," my assistant whispered, sliding a folder onto my desk. “They were handling seventy percent of your tower's curtain wall install."
My stomach dropped. Not nausea. Not baby. Just pure, industrial-strength dread.
“What do you mean bankrupt?"
“Assets frozen. Equipment repossessed. They're done."
I swore under my breath.
An hour later, I was locked in a glass office with senior management, pitching emergency replacements like I wasn't quietly unraveling inside.
When I emerged, Ben was waiting. With coffee. And his signature fix-it grin.
“I have an idea," he said, lowering his voice. “My uncle's firm runs a venture fund. He can float you the missing capital."
“Your uncle?" I frowned. “You never mentioned him before."
“Didn't want you thinking I o
