MEGAN'S POV
I’m standing near Vance, my arms crossed tightly over my chest as panic coils in my gut, my mind spiraling through worst-case scenarios.
This launch is a disaster.
A complete and utter disaster.
All those months of planning, all the sleepless nights, all the stress and effort I poured into making this perfect, and it's all falling apart because of some faceless coward who decided to sabotage me.
I want to lose it. I want to find whoever did this and make them regret it.
But instead, I'm standing here frozen, my mind racing through options that all feel equally useless.
"Maybe we should just cancel," I mutter, more to myself than to Vance. "Cut our losses. Reschedule for another day."
Vance turns to me, his expression firm as he places his hand on my shoulder. "Megan, no
