Lily's POV

I was at my desk by 6 AM every morning that week and didn't leave until after 8 PM most nights.

Sleep felt like a luxury I couldn't afford when half the board was waiting for me to fail and the other half was barely tolerating my existence.

Janet brought me breakfast most mornings because she'd figured out I was skipping meals.

"Miss Rose, you can't keep working like this. You'll burn out."

"I'm fine." I didn't look up from the quarterly reports I was reviewing for the third ...