JAKE

I sat at the head of the conference table, my fingers tapping lightly against the table as the financial team talked about the latest revenue projections.

My eyes scanned the room, catching the uneasy glances of people as they waited for my reaction.

“So, as you can see,” the woman in front handling the presentation said, her voice steady but with a hint of hesitation,

“while F3 showed a slight dip in our profit margins, we’ve already implemented cost-cutting measures that should…”

My phone buzzed on the table, interrupting her mid-sentence. I glanced down at the screen, my jaw clenching in anger as I read the message.

Again.

This...