Ethan pov;
“You are running late, Ethan,” Mason Grant said, leaning against the edge of my desk as he checked his silver wristwatch.
“The dinner at Ember Rooftop ran over by twenty minutes,” I replied, unbuttoning my suit jacket and tossing my car keys onto the desk. “The board members from the real estate division wanted extra assurances about the Riverton expansion project.”
Mason pushed himself up and grabbed his briefcase. “Well, everything is quiet up here now. Your new secretary finished all the file sorting before she left at six. I checked her work on the acquisition briefing—she doesn't make mistakes.”
“I know,” I said, stepping behind my mahogany chair.
“Get some rest,” Mason said, heading toward the double doors. “We have the preliminary review with Carter Innovations tomor
