The vise around my stomach loosened a notch.
"Food first," I told myself. "Crisis management requires fuel."
I opened maps and accidentally tapped into a social account I'd left logged in. My designer alt.
I stopped breathing.
Fifty thousand followers had become several hundred thousand. The DMs were a meltdown.
I pressed the notification pinned at the top of the screen like it might bite.
@EvelynHaleStudio tagged you in a post.
My ears went hot. My fingertips went cold. I tapped it.
"To the gifted young designer I met a few days ago, @KateDesigns, I owe you a public apology. I'm known for being harsh, and that afternoon in the café, arrogance got the better of me. The truth is, your portfolio shows raw, undeniable potential. I spoke from a place of defensiveness, not honesty. Keep
