The launch of the joint clothing line was only weeks away, and the pressure was mounting. Lisa stared at the stack of invitations, her mind racing with a million details that still needed attention.

"Lisa?" Peter's voice crackled over the intercom. "Draco is here to see you."

She took a deep breath before buzzing him in. "Send him up."

Draco strode into her office, his brow furrowed. "We have a problem."

Lisa's heart sank. "What is it now?"

"The fabric shipment from Milan was stolen en route. Half the couture pieces are missing the raw materials."

"You're kidding." Lisa rubbed her temples, fighting back the panic rising in her chest....