ANASTASIA’S POV

“I don’t care what the issue is, Felix!” I yelled into the phone, holding it to my ear with one hand while struggling to put on my jacket with the other. My voice echoed off the marble floors as I stomped down the hallway. “The shipment was supposed to be in the factory last month! What’s the excuse this time? Logistics? Customs? Or some other nonsense?”

Felix’s nervous reply buzzed at the other end of the line. “Ma’am, it’s… it’s a customs hold. They’re… checking for irregularities. We’re working on—”

“Working on it?!” I cut him off, reaching the bottom of the staircase. “You’ve had weeks to ‘work...