Lost and FoundJulian’s POVI sat down in the car, the cool leather of the seat offering no comfort as exhaustion hit me like a tidal wave. I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to deal with this. But here I was, stuck in this hellish cycle of meetings, phone calls, and endless pressure. Today had been a turning point, though — and not the good kind. I had lost a client, and I had no one to blame but myself.Gripping the steering wheel, I let out a long, frustrated sigh, staring at my reflection in the rear view mirror. My eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, and my face was drawn, more haggard than I had ever seen myself. It felt like I was suffocating, like the walls were closing in on me.How the hell did I let this happen?The problem was simple. I’d trusted Cassandra’s advice. She told me to make changes to the client’s portfolio, said it would bring in huge returns. And like a fool, I listened. Now, I was stuck cleaning up the mess, and the client was pulling out. I couldn’
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