Travis loosened his necktie as he entered the office following his meeting with a board director. He walked straight to his swivel chair and sat behind the executive desk. His secretary, Chris, followed him in and placed a folder on the desk.
"Sir, do you need anything else?" Chris asked as their eyes met.
"Make me a cup of coffee," Travis ordered.
"Understood, Sir," Chris replied before leaving to fulfill the request.
Once alone, Travis leaned back against his headrest, closed his eyes, and massaged his temples. His head was throbbing not just from the board meeting, but from a lack of sleep. His mind had been racing all night. He hadn't even processed what the presenters were saying earlier.
Travis was still dwelling on the dinner held the previous night at the mansion with Catherin
