Jenifer's POV
"With you showing up, Ms. Zach, how could I not be here?" Morgan flashed me a grin.
We exchanged smiles, but something felt off. Morgan looked rough around the edges—more worn down than I'd ever seen him.
"Mr. Fred, you really need to start taking care of yourself," I teased, though concern crept into my voice.
He hesitated, clearly caught off guard by my observation.
"Appreciate you worrying about me, Ms. Zach." His smile looked forced, exhausted. "Work's been relentless lately. Once this chaos settles, I'll catch up on sleep."
The pallor in Morgan's face made my chest tighten with worry.
Before I could say more, one of my staff members rushed over, panic written all over his face. "Ms. Zach, thank god you're here. We've got a major problem."
"What's wrong?" My eyebrows shot up.
"Those custom fireworks you approved? They're leaking gunpowder. No backups, no time to remake them. We're screwed." His voice cracked with desperation.
My stomach dropped.
