Chapter Four

GAVIN

By nine-thirty, my day already felt like a dumpster fire doused in lighter fluid.

I’d barely touched my coffee. My inbox was overflowing with half-baked questions from people who should’ve known the answers before hitting send. Legal had flagged something in the vendor contracts—again—and finance wanted to “loop in” on a call they were never supposed to be a part of.

And then there was the v