A GOOD JOB
~NATHANIEL~
Pierce Enterprises occupied the top fifteen floors of a gleaming skyscraper in Midtown.
As we entered through the private executive entrance, I could feel Tessa taking it all in—the sleek modern design, the hushed atmosphere of power and money.
"Impressive," she murmured.
"It serves its purpose."
Emma was waiting when we reached the executive floor, tablet in hand, expression perfectly neutral as she took in Tessa's presence.
"Good morning, Mr. Pierce." Her gaze flicked to Tessa. "Ms. Hart."
"Emma." I accepted the folder she handed me. "Any updates?"
"The board is assembling in Conference Room A. Your father called to say he'll be joining remotely." She glanced at Tessa again. "I've added Ms. Hart to the security protocols as requested."
"Thank you. Coffe
