Seven days. One hundred and sixty-eight hours.
Severine counted time not by the rising of the sun, but by the number of files she cleared, by the projects she had signed, and the hours she managed to stay awake.
Under her cold, relentless focus, Meadow Holdings had surged.
The company made record-breaking investments, gaining a foothold in the industry so dominant it sent ripples through the market.
She attended every class on time, taking notes with such efficiency that it left her professors happy with her determination.
Then, she would retreat to her dorm and vanish behind a wall of spreadsheets.
Killain's calls were mostly left on, as if background noise.
The young lord would talk to her, or simply stay on the line, only hanging up when he heard her snore.
If not for Alina knocking on her door, relentlessly hovering until Severine ate, she might have forgotten that her body required sustenance at all.
Like right now.
