Two years after launching Concrete Roses, Maya stood in a sleek Manhattan office with floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the city pulse beneath her.
Her media empire had exploded.
The website now had millions of monthly readers. Their podcast series was charting in the top ten. Their first print issue had sold out.
And now, television executives were knocking.
But with success came pressure. Investors wanted bigger returns. Staff demanded higher salaries. Every move she made was scrutinized by the industry.
And worst of all? She was burning out.
Zora sat across from her in their conference room, arms folded. "You look exhausted."
Maya sighed. "Because I am."
"Then you need to delegate," Zora said. "You can't do everything yourself anymore."
Maya knew she was right. But letting go? That was the hardest part.