EVELYN
“The structural layout for the third-floor expansion is complete,” I said, sliding the blue folder across the dark mahogany table. “We just need your signature on the final approval before the contractors can break ground on Monday.”
Arthur didn't look at the files. He kept his eyes on my face, his coffee cup held halfway to his mouth. “Did you get some rest this weekend, Evie?”
“Arthur, we are here to discuss the Hayes Group restructuring project,” I said, tapping the edge of the folder with my pen. “We have exactly forty-five minutes before you have to be in your board meeting, and I have to get back to my firm.”
“I read your report,” he said, setting the cup down on the saucer with a soft click. “The design is perfect. You managed to keep the classic architecture while modern
