Bentley walked briskly down the wide, glass-paneled hallway, his shoes making steady sounds on the polished marble floor. Franco kept pace beside him, paperwork tucked under his arm, his face set in concentration as they discussed the new project they were about to embark on.
"We'll need to keep close tabs on the marketing strategy," Bentley said, his voice calm but firm, the tone of someone used to controlling everything down to the finest detail. That was who he was anyway. "The expansion is ambitious, but if the numbers aren’t aligning by the third quarter, we’ll have to reallocate resources."
Franco nodded, his eyes scanning the corridor ahead as they moved toward Bentley’s office. "Agreed. I was thinking of touching base with the vendors today, just to make sure all the shipments ar
