Allyson's POV
"One more time." I moved restlessly across the small space in front of my desk, my heels clicking against the polished floor.
The office had transformed into our war room over the weekend. "From the beginning, and this time don't lose your nerve during the final pitch. That's exactly where you falter every single time."
Reagan let out a frustrated sound, running both hands through his already disheveled hair.
He dove into his opening lines for what felt like the hundredth time that day, his words stumbling somewhere in the middle as his eyes found mine, silently begging for encouragement.
"You're still holding back." I kept my tone measured, supportive rather than critical. "The board needs to feel your conviction. But they can't believe in this project unless you do first."
"I am trying," he said quietly, exhaustion weighing down every syllable.
