The email came at 8:47 AM. Leighton read it three times. Each time, her stomach dropped further.
*Major revisions needed. Client wants complete redesign of west wing. Timeline unchanged. Meeting tomorrow at 10 AM to discuss.*
She stared at her laptop screen. The Meridian project. Six months of work. The biggest thing she'd ever landed solo. And now this.
Her phone buzzed. Noah's name lit up the screen.
*Morning. Still thinking about yesterday. When can I see you again?*
She typed back. *Busy today. Work stuff.*
His response came fast. *Everything okay?*
*Fine. Just stressed. Talk later.*
She set the phone face down. Opened her project files. The west wing design was complete. Approved three weeks ago. Client had signed off. Now they wanted it redone. By tomorrow.
Her hands shook a
