His breathing was harsh as he spoke, "Thank goodness. I thought you wouldn't be in."

"What is it this time?" I asked numbly. I couldn't even think straight anymore.

"The Luxe Vogue logistics and warehousing partners called," he said as he spread out papers on my table. "They've raised their fees and are demanding a year's payment in advance, or we might as well look for other partners."

Grace and I exchanged glances. Grace abruptly stood up. "I can't do this right now. I can't! You'll meet in the conference room," she erupted and stormed out the door.

I watched her leave. It was insane—all of these things happening. Everything...