Frank's office had always seemed a place of unrelenting precision: sleek furniture, files stacked with perfection, and not a speck of dust out of place. Still, amidst all those sharp lines and order, I saw something-a glimmer of opportunity in the chaos that was about to ensue.
I sat in my wheelchair, holding a file I'd just picked up from his desk. It had his new jewelry company logo emblazoned across it. Frank walked in just as I started flipping through it.
"Ruth, what are you doing?" His deep voice startled me, pulling me back to the present.
I placed the file back onto the desk immediately and smiled. "I was just curious about what you're working on. You've been so busy lately."
Frank's frown deepened as he leaned back in his leather chair, his eyes considering me another moment b
