After meeting with one of his company's investors, Travis returned to the office. His secretary, Chris, followed closely behind, having accompanied him to the meeting to take minutes and document the key points of their discussion.
Before entering his private office, Travis turned to Chris. "No visitors, Chris," he instructed authoritatively as their eyes met.
"Yes, Sir," Chris replied.
Travis opened the door and stepped inside. He took off his coat, hanging it on the rack, and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows before settling into his swivel chair. The moment he sat down, he opened his laptop and began sorting through his inbox, replying only to the most urgent emails.
He was deep in work when his phone rang. Furrowing his brow, he looked away from the screen toward the device lying
