Frederick was getting busier by the day.
His usual 7 p.m. return time shifted to 10 p.m., and recently, it had been closer to midnight before he got home. Fortunately, all the hard work paid off—CEG successfully secured the development rights for the Coastal Riverside A-zone plot. The environmental assessment passed, but the planning permit had been delayed for three days.
In the study, the once austere black couch was now decorated with a few adorable throw pillows. Leah lounged on it with her laptop, tracking analytics for her “Mrs. CEO’s Daily Life” t****k account while eavesdropping on Frederick’s video conference.
The meeting was, unsurprisingly, about the A-zone development.
On the other end, Harrison was visibly irate. If murder were legal, he might have stormed into The
