The executive suite of Meridian Systems was already buzzing with frantic energy at 7:30 AM.
Quinn Harper bypassed the cluster of nervous junior executives gathered around the coffee machine. She walked directly to the corner office belonging to Richard Hayes, carrying a single, slim manila folder.
She knocked twice on the heavy glass door.
"Enter," Hayes barked from inside.
Quinn pushed the door open. Hayes was standing behind his desk, reviewing a printed slide deck. He looked stressed. He hadn't slept well since Arthur Vance’s freight disaster earlier in the week.
"Harper," Hayes said, glancing up. "Tell me you finished reviewing the Caldwell Micrographics contract. The board of directors convenes in exactly two hours, and I need to assure them this acquisition is bulletproof."
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