The next morning, Sharon arrived at the office early, a renewed sense of purpose driving her. She was playing a dangerous game, but she had no intention of losing. As the elevator doors opened to the executive floor, she stepped out with confidence, her heels clicking against the marble floor.
When she reached her desk, there was already a folder waiting for her. On top of it was a note written in Bruce Hill’s precise handwriting:
Sharon,
When you have time, please review these and give me your thoughts.
She smiled to herself. He’s already seeking my input on high-level matters. This was progress. She tucked the folder into her bag, deciding she’d review it during her lunch break.
As she settled into her tasks for the day, her phone buzzed. It was a message from Evelyn.
Evelyn: Coffe
