The next morning brought an unexpected shift in the rhythm we had established. Instead of the usual early briefing in the executive suite, Dario’s driver collected us both at seven sharp and headed toward a private airstrip outside the city. I glanced at him across the back seat, tablet already open on my lap with the latest supplier forecasts.
“You could have mentioned the change in plans,” I said, keeping my tone even.
Dario looked up from his phone, the corner of his mouth tilting in what I was learning was his version of amusement. “I could have. But then you would have prepared three contingency presentations instead of sleeping. We’re flying to Marseille for the day. Groundbreaking ceremony for the new distribution hub. You’ll present the efficiency projections.”
I closed the tabl
