TIFFANY
The next morning, I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw another client cancellation, another email, another reminder that Ashley wasn’t bluffing. She wanted me gone, she wanted the wedding cancelled, and apparently, she was willing to destroy my company to make that happen.
Leon had managed to stop two clients from completely withdrawing, he had also connected me with several people who might be able to help rebuild some of the contracts.
But it wasn’t enough.
Not yet. I needed time, and I didn’t have any. My wedding was tomorrow evening, the thought made my stomach twist. I was getting married in less than twenty four hours, and my company was under attack.
I couldn’t tell Damian… I wouldn’t. I had made my decision, I would fix this myself, even if it meant work
