MELANIE:

I glance up from the quarterly report, eyes narrowing at the numbers blurring on my screen. It's been a long morning of meetings and back-to-back emails yet my inbox still looks like it’s hosting a riot. I lean back in my chair, the leather creaking beneath me as I press my fingers to my temples. Management doesn’t sleep and being head of it means I barely blink.

A soft knock at my door breaks through my thoughts.

“Come in,” I call, my voice brisk.

My assistant Maya ...