"Take it down. Is it that hard? Take the darn thing down!"

My voice thundered—strained, burning, and furious as it bellowed against the bedroom walls. I clutched my phone until my knuckles went white.

"I don't care how you do it, take it down!" I shouted. "You're the PR person, aren't you? Behave like one!"

I marched like a caged beast, the kimono silk whipping at my shins with each firm stride. The glass of water on my dressing table trembled as I strode past it once more, ...