Layla pulled herself together. She didn't have time to fall apart. She hurried downstairs to Nexora Technologies.
She called Blake. "Hey, I'm downstairs."
Blake sounded resigned. "Terrible timing. Mr. Sinclair from Stratos Group just went down. I sent the executives to see him out."
Layla turned her head just in time to see a tall figure bending into the back seat of a car. It was an ordinary movement, yet the man somehow carried it off with effortless elegance. 'So he's Stratos Group's Mr. Sinclair. No wonder.'
Layla sighed. "It seems Mr. Sinclair and I weren't meant to meet today. That's fine. If my bid proposal is approved, I'm sure I'll see him again."
Blake raised a brow. "Look him up on the corporate website later. You should at least see what the young Mr. Sinclair looks like."
