(Casey's POV)
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The conference hall where the meeting was being held felt like a prison, and I was the inmate losing my grip on time.
The meeting was supposed to be important—I needed these new clients if I was going to progress any further once Kira's wedding was over—but I couldn't focus even if my life depended on it. The air around me felt thick, oppressive, like it had taken on weight. Words were flying across the room—strategies, action plans, analytics—but they slid past my ears like water over glass. None of it landed. None of it mattered.
Not when every second that ticked by drove a deeper spike of dread into my chest.
