HAZEL
“I need you to be sharper than ever today, Williams,” I said as I slid into the passenger seat. “We’re not leaving anything to chance.”
“Not a damn thing. We steer the wheels of fate today, in my favor of course,” I shut the door, dragging in a deep breath.
My manager gave me a short nod and a reassuring smile, tapping his tablet as the driver pulled away from the curb. “And it will, I’ve prepared a schedule that’ll make sure of it.”
“Brief me then,” I urged him.
“We’ve confirmed six meetings today, another four tomorrow. These next three days are crucial. If we get even 70% of those we’ve spoken to, you’ll win,” William recited almost robotically.
“If,” I muttered, staring out the window.
At that moment, I was reminded that there were two sides to this endeavor. That despi
