(Derek)
I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my eyes as the clock on my desk ticked past midnight. Olivia sat across from me, her face was lit up by the light on her laptop.
She looked exhausted, but she was still focused, her fingers moving over the keyboard, a slight frown creasing her forehead. We’d been at this for hours—no, days. Ever since we got back from the honeymoon, it felt like all we did was work.
I glanced at the coffee cups scattered across our desks, then over at her. She hadn’t taken a break in hours, and I could see her shoulders were tense, her eyes barely lifting from the screen.
The worst part was, I knew I was no better. I’d been pushing myself just as hard, closing deals, meeting clients, and doing everything to keep up with the demands of the business. But at wha
