Isabel arrived at Blackwell Corporation before the sun fully settled over the skyline which was more out of spite than professionalism.
"He won't catch me late again. Not today."She said as she walked into the building with tired eyes, coffee in hand and hair tied in a sharp bun as if preparing her battle.
When the elevator door opened, the receptionist at the executive floor floor blinked at her in surprise
“You’re…. early,Ms Reeves.”
“Yes, is that a problem?” Isabel asked with a sharp voice.
“No! No, not at all, just that Mr. Blackwell isn’t in yet.”
Good, she thought. Perfect. She walked towards the conference room that they were assigned to use for the partnership. Notes, sketches and plans covered the table as she sat and inhaled deeply setting up her materials like a soldier ar
