ALEXANDER'S POV
The ringing of my phone was relentless. It had been this way for the last two days, ever since the first whispers of trouble started to circulate online. I hadn't paid much attention to the initial complaints—a few dissatisfied customers, some vague accusations about unfinished projects—but now it was like a fire I couldn't put out. Every minute, every second, another call, another email, another report of some new disaster waiting for me to fix.
I pursed my lips slightly, my eyes shut close as I tried to stay calm. After some minutes, I finally opened my eyes and stared at my desk, littered with half-read documents and urgent requests for meetings. My assistant had long since stopped asking if I needed anything; she knew better by now. There was no time for pleasantries or small talk. My company, the one I had built from the ground up, was slipping out of my control, and I had no idea how to stop it.