The two hours passed like two minutes, though Seraphina's pounding headache didn't make anything easier. Her eyes reacted to light as if lasers shot through them. Her body trembled occasionally before she forced herself to focus on the presentations again.
By eight o'clock, the pain had settled into every corner of her awareness. Each breath she took seemed to intensify the throbbing. The nausea rolled through her in waves.
Seraphina stood before her bathroom mirror, gripping the edge of the sink. The woman staring back looked pale despite the carefully applied makeup. Dark circles shadowed her eyes, barely concealed by concealer. She looked like she'd been awake for days.
Because she had been.
She straightened her spine, smoothed down the sharp black Armani suit that cost more than most people's monthly rent. Her hair fell in perfect soft waves.
