–David–
The company isn't doing well.
Sales are down—nose-diving, actually—thanks to a series of public stunts painting us in the worst possible light. Reputation damage. Brand erosion. A PR nightmare wrapped in bad timing. I rubbed my temple; my head was pounding. The PR team has been working overtime for this.
I've been working double overtime for this.
"Hey!"
I looked up toward the door, confused as hell as to why Lore was standing there. How did he even get in so easily? Then I noticed Alyssa behind him.
Oh. Right.
My sister.
"Come in!"
Lore walked straight to my desk and dropped a thermal bag in front of me like a peace offering.
"Chef Wally prepared that for you." He pointed at me, winked, then made a tiny heart using his forefinger and thumb.
"Oh, that's sweet." I smiled, genuinely touched—despite having absolutely zero appetite.
