“Your meeting will be on the eighty-ninth floor,” the receptionist said, making my eyes go wide. I could not even imagine how high up that was. “Just go through the line right over here,” she continued, pointing. “Go through security and head up in any of the main elevators. You’re riding that to
Fiona “Thank you for setting up that interview,” I said to Alexander, as soon as we were alone in the dining room, our glasses and dinner plates full. He looked at me with mild surprise, paused, then shook his head. “You don’t need to thank me. Once I realized that your talents were available, I
Conrad slid the items across the desk. I picked them up and tucked them into the pocket of my jacket. He stood abruptly then and clapped his big hands together. I rose from my chair. “Let’s get to work, then, shall we? I’ll show you to your office.” The rest of the workday flew by in a blur. A vo
Third person “It has been only five days, Alexander, and already Fiona has recouped the company millions of dollars. Millions! That no one else even noticed was going missing… for ten years.” Alexander’s eyebrows shot up. “Please explain that scenario.” Conrad caught him up on the account that Fi
Third person Fiona strode into her boss’s corner office, carrying a neat stack of paperwork. Conrad was pacing the room while speaking on the phone by way of a headset tucked into his right ear. It was invisible under his thick, dark gray hair, except for a tiny blue light that blinked intermitten
Alexander “You were right once again.” Uncle Conrad grinned at me from across his desk. “Fiona is ready. And she is even more capable than I could have imagined. I am confident that she can handle the expansion project.” My uncle was a difficult man to impress, and only one thing could make him sm
Fiona The warm touch of Alexander’s hand lightly stroking my cheek brought me out of a deep sleep, and I blinked my eyes open to find him sitting beside me on the bed. “I hate to wake you,” he said softly. “But you need to eat something.” He ran his fingers through my hair, his rough fingertips gr
“One month.” Conrad handed me a slender file. “That’s our target for reaching profitability. One month from launch.” My boss had just given me a long presentation on a complicated and seemingly high-stakes project that he wanted me to lead up. I was already feeling nervous about taking it on, even