ARIA
I set the tablet aside and placed the marketing file neatly on his desk. Sliding it closer, I said, “Here’s everything for the nine o’clock review — campaign visuals, reports, and the creative briefs from the team.”
He didn’t even glance up, already typing something on his laptop. Typical. The man could multitask between a crisis, a conference call, and an apocalypse and still look like it was just another morning meeting.
“I’ll be in my office if you need me,” I added quietly. He said nothing and I took that as permission to leave.
Settling at my desk, I turned on my system and started prepping notes for the upcoming conference call with Mr. Hale. By the time the call began, I had my notepad and tablet ready, and I returned to his office five minutes early.
“Close the door,” he
