Jessica’s POV

My fingers tap rhythmically on the countertop, the screen of my phone lighting up with the time. 11:03 AM. The meeting should have started three minutes ago, but I’m still here, sipping a lukewarm espresso and pacing like a general before war.

My phone rings, sharp and loud, dragging me out of my thoughts. I glance at the caller ID—Delilah, the event planner.

I press answer, already annoyed.

“Jessica,” she begins quickly, “the team’s been waiting. You’re the one who fixed the meeting time, and—”

“Pause.” I cut her off, voice smooth but firm. “I have something important to take care of.”

I don’t wait for a reply...