TWENTY-FOUR
Dinner was eaten either in the designated area by the main lounge or in the boardroom. The designated area was more like a restaurant than any dining room. Her food was brought to the board room, maybe because Zairn ate there with Ogilvie and the two new guys.
Throughout the meal, she worked on her phone. Rude? Maybe. But everyone else was discussing business. Talks about opening another Crimson venue were ongoing. The location of that venue was a bone of contention. Paris? Too pretentious. Seoul? Too K-pop. Ibiza? Cliché. South Africa? Berlin? Amsterdam? Brazil? No one could agree.
While they debated, Roxie had plenty to do. Zillions of emails from strangers awaited, some fans, some not. Figuring out priorities in the overcrowded inbox wasn’t easy. Hence the concentration t
