Chapter 98

Sylvia's POV I had spent the last nine hours juggling back-to-back meetings, two crisis calls, and a marketing budget proposal that somehow still wasn’t finalized—despite three rounds of so-called “final” revisions. Half my team was on edge, the other half was still waiting for me to approve next quarter’s strategy deck. By the time the office lights dimmed and the building emptied out, I was running on caffeine, adrenaline, and a growing headache. I wasn’t sure which would give out first—my patience or my ability to pretend everything was under control. I headed straight to the parking garage and slid into the driver’s seat, my fingers tapping an absent, restless rhythm against the steering wheel. But my mind wasn’t done working. It kept circling back to the same problem: Zane. If he had the audacity to show up at Frostline again, I needed to be ready. This passive approach wasn’t working—it was hurting productivity, morale, and our bottom line. I wasn’t running a charity. I was runni