A Year of Freedom

Valerie's POV

"You can't do this to me," I muttered, struggling with the image in front of me.

"Maverick!"

"No! No!! No!!!" The final scream had me sitting up on the couch where I had slept off last night.

Papers were sprawled out in front of me, a neat chaos of figures, projections, and notes. My laptop screen blinked with an open slideshow—the final draft of my presentation.

"Fuck!" I yelled. No