“Ms. Parker?”
I jolted.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“The welfare department will take care of all your needs. You’ll have full access to our top engineers and legal team. And I want a preliminary strategy on my desk by the end of today.”
“Understood.” I closed the file and was about to shove it to her.
“Keep it,” she said. “Although, as usual, the IT team has already sent the soft copy of the file to your computer.”
My fingers tightened around the file as I cradled it against my chest.
“When am I leaving?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” My breath caught. A chill raced down my spine.
“That's too soon.”
“There’s a gala in Washington next tomorrow—an exclusive event for all companies bidding on this contract.” Mrs. Allwell folded her arms. “I want you to be there.”
A gala.
A high-profile event where
