OLIVIA

The glow from the sun coming through from my office window cast long shadows of me and Mayas over the mahogany desk as I debated over the campaign strategies schedules and financial projections. Mayas leaned over my shoulder, pointing to an error in the figures.

"If we don't sort this out by tomorrow, we'll have a major problem on our hands," Mayas said, his voice a low rumble.

I nodded, my brow furrowing in concentration. "I know. I'm already cross-checking the numbers. There must be an error somewhere."