Her phone buzzed. It was her boss, Derek.
Her stomach dropped.
Maya’s coffee had gone cold two hours ago. She didn’t notice. Her eyes were locked on her laptop screen, watching the clock tick toward 3:00 PM. In forty-five minutes, she was supposed to lead a hybrid demo for VentiCorp’s board—three people in the Chicago conference room, seven more joining remotely from Tokyo, London, and São Paulo.
Outlook reopened. She held her breath and opened the calendar invite. And there it was—a crisp, blue button, gleaming like a rescue flare.
Her phone buzzed. It was her boss, Derek.
Her stomach dropped.
Maya’s coffee had gone cold two hours ago. She didn’t notice. Her eyes were locked on her laptop screen, watching the clock tick toward 3:00 PM. In forty-five minutes, she was supposed to lead a hybrid demo for VentiCorp’s board—three people in the Chicago conference room, seven more joining remotely from Tokyo, London, and São Paulo.
Outlook reopened. She held her breath and opened the calendar invite. And there it was—a crisp, blue button, gleaming like a rescue flare.