The late morning sun cast a brilliant light into my office through the floor-to-ceiling windows, highlighting the cluttered mess that was my work desk. Every day since the debacle with the press, the tension in the air was like an annoying buzz of energy resonating throughout the entire building. 

I sat in my chair, fingers tapping impatiently on the armrest. Outside my office, Hayes Winery’s entire floor was a flurry of frantic activity—phones ringing, keyboards clacking, and the ...