As the day dragged on, time seemed to crawl at an unbearable speed, each moment feeling like an eternity. The weight of the impending story hung heavily on my mind, casting a dark cloud over everything else. All I could think about was how to stop Miranda from publishing it, how to prevent the inevitable fallout that would follow.
I sat at my desk, my thoughts spiraling out of control, consumed by fear and desperation. “It’s too late,” a voice inside my head whispered.
No! I’m not going to accept that. It’s not too late. I can’t let this happen. I can’t lose Declan over this, not after all the effort I put into getting him back.
The question was, what could I do? How could I possibly persuade Miranda to change her mind? I racked my brain, searching for a solution, but nothing seemed to come to mind. Even if I resigned, it wouldn’t make a difference – Miranda was determined to publish, regardless of the consequences.