I AM MY STEPBROTHER'S OBSESSION
Priya stood beside him, arms crossed, muttering under her breath.
“They sent the wrong version last night,” she said when she saw me. “The one with the old pricing. And now the master file is gone. Henderson’s assistant is out sick and no one has the updated deck.”
I didn’t ask questions. I just pulled up the last version I’d worked on with Luca the night before and started cross-referencing it against the emails I’d saved. Within fifteen minutes I had reconstructed the correct presentation, added the new numbers we’d finalized, and exported a clean file.