~Blair’s~

“You’re ten minutes late and fifteen excuses short,” Blair says flatly into her phone as she storms into the Marketing wing.

The whole department looks like a war zone. Charts everywhere. Someone’s crying into a laptop. Another guy’s pacing with his tie around his forehead like a headband. Typical.

Blair adjusts her blazer and exhales. This is not the time to crack. They’re one handshake away from losing the Alaire campaign…the same one she fought tooth and acrylic to secure. The executives from Alaire want a revised model, but Cuss Enterprises already pushed the budget to its limit. If they pull out now, that’s millions lost and Blair’s reputation...