DANIELLE'S POV
I'm standing in the middle of Venita's cramped, outdated office, my arms crossed tightly over my chest as I listen to her whine like some pathetic child who didn't get her way.
"This is all your fault, Danielle!" she shrieks, pacing back and forth behind her desk, her hands trembling as she waves a stack of papers in the air. "All your fault!"
I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Suppressing it.
"My company is ruined!" Venita continues, her voice rising with every word. "Bankrupt! Do you understand what that means, Danielle? Everything I've built, everything I've worked for, it's gone! In less than twenty-four hours!"
I take a seat in the chair across her desk, keeping my tone calm and measured. "I understand that you're upset, Venita. But…"
"Upset?" she interrupts, whir
