Sarah’s pov
The soft hum of my laptop was my only companion as I sat in the library, the glow of the screen lighting up my tired face. Hours of work stared back at me, my presentation, perfectly structured, every slide polished to perfection. This competition was my ticket to proving myself, to breaking free from the whispers and accusations.
I leaned back, stretching my stiff shoulders, and decided to take a quick break. My eyes felt heavy, my fingers numb from the constant typing. When I returned, laptop in hand, I slid back into my seat, only to be met with a blank screen.
My heart dropped.
“No,” I whispered, frantically tapping keys. The presentation file was gone. Weeks of work vanished.
I scrolled through my folders, my hands trembling. Nothing. My stomach clenched, cold sweat b
