247: Staying Strong

Camilla My laptop chimed with an incoming video call. Oliver’s name flashed on the screen, and I groaned inwardly. Oliver was one of my business partners in the tech company. He was brilliant, but he had a way of being brutally honest, especially when he thought things weren’t going well. I clicked to accept the call, and his face filled the screen, looking as stern as ever. “Camilla, we need to talk,” he said without any preamble. “Nice to see you too, Oliver,” I replied, trying to keep my tone light, but I could already tell this conversation was going to be a headache. “I’m serious,” he insisted, not bothering with pleasantries. “Your management style is a disaster. We’re behind on three major projects, and the team is complaining that you’re too distracted.” I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “I’m aware of the delays, Oliver. But we’re working on it. These things take time.” “Time we don’t have,” he shot back. “If you can’t handle this, we need to consider bringing someone