My alarm dings, and my eyes snap open.

"Oh noooo," I groan under my breath as I stretch out my body beneath the thick, comfy duvet.

My body feels too heavy to drag out of bed, but I don't have a choice.

I check my phone, and it's already 6 a.m.

I’ve got two hours before my meeting with Mr. Leonardo Baileys.

Two hours to get my head straight, get ready, and pray I close that deal.

I finally drag myself out of the bed.

Bathroom. That’s the next step. I walk toward my ...