Madeline Cook slept in until a little after ten the next morning. Her alarm had stopped, and she indulged in a reckless sleep.
The effects of last night's drinking hit her hard—her hangover made her head spin, and her mood was terrible when she woke up.
Vivian, her exceptional secretary, was truly unmatched. After some discreet inquiries and calculations, she deduced exactly when Madeline would wake. No sooner had Madeline finished washing up than Vivian's call came through.
"What is it?"
Madeline was in a bad mood, but she wasn't the kind of boss who took it out on her subordinates. Her tone was perfectly normal.
Even so, Vivian still spoke with extreme caution: "Ms. Jenkins, Centrica Group wants to meet with you."
"Then let them keep wanting."
At that, Vivian could immediately tel
