Chapter 4

Three days before the big pitch, Claire shoved every bit of prep work onto me: digging up everything I could about the client, breaking down the competition, and slaving over the PPT slides.

Thirty pages, and Claire didn't lift a finger. I was the one who cranked out the whole thing, running on three straight all-nighters.

By the time I finished printing everything at the office, sunlight was already streaming through the windows.

I sorted all the materials and dropped them in her inbox. Then I passed out at my desk.

Claire's voice snapped me awake. "Meilani!"

When I opened…