Two Years Ago
“So what you’re telling me,” I said slowly, my voice tighter than I intended, “is that three of our closest business partners want to terminate their contracts with us. Just like that? With no prior notice?”
The boardroom sat at the very top floor of Dawson Industries, all glass walls and city views that meant power and success. A long mahogany table stretched through the center, filled with directors and board members dressed in expensive suits and frustrated expressions.
Today, none of that power felt like mine.
Five open files sat in front of me, the numbers and legal notes blurring together as my vision would shake every time I tried to think too hard. All I could see were revenue charts dipping down red, reports and reports of production delays and customer complaint
