-- Grizelda --

The wordings on my laptop screen doubled. I rubbed my eyes, fighting back the feeling of dizziness. I returned my fingers over the keyboard, proceeding to continue typing, but my head felt heavy once again. I swallowed hard, the suffocating presence of fatigue threatening to completely kick out the air out of my lungs.

"Ms. Williams, are you there?" My caller on the other end refused to take a pause, unaware of my struggles at trying to keep up with what we were discussing. "Your response is urgently needed. The investors might have no room for delay—"

"I know." My voice came out sharp, yet a thin...