Rebecca POV:

My brain was still a little foggy when I left the coffee shop.

I had gotten a contract.

It was the best news I'd gotten in the last few days when I'd been hitting a wall, and it was a project I'd done independently from planning to negotiating.

I wasn't quite awake from the overwhelming sense of inauthenticity, and before I could recover from the shock I was back in the office.

When I walked into the office, the colleagues gathered around me suddenly dispersed, except for Joanna, who didn't leave but came rushing over with an angry look on her face.

"Rebecca!" She looked furious and pointed...