Dashiell sat at the dining table in his apartment, a takeout container in front of him. His stomach growled loudly, reminding him he hadn't eaten anything all day.
As he took a bite, his eyes darted to the stack of papers and his laptop displaying the latest updates on the Azure Bay project. Each new piece of information seemed worse than the last. He felt like the walls were closing in, his mind whirling as he tried to come up with a solution.
The stress had him on edge, nearly panicking as he realized how little time they had to turn things around. But he forced himself to focus, chewing mechanically as his eyes scanned through the files, trying to find any thread that could help him fix this mess.
As Dashiell dug into his meal, he glanced over the reports Robert had brought. Robert, sitting nearby, observed as Dashiell scanned through the documents.
