The first sign that the day was going to be difficult arrived at 8:07 a.m.
The second arrived thirty seconds later.
By 8:10, Sebastian had accepted his fate.
"You're joking."
Naomi didn't look up from the folder in her hands.
"I wish I was."
Sebastian dropped into the chair opposite her desk.
"The Ashcroft meeting isn't supposed to happen until next month."
"It was."
He frowned.
"What do you mean it was?"
"The board moved the timeline forward."
"Why?"
Naomi finally looked up.
"Because apparently chaos is an acceptable business strategy."
For a moment, Sebastian simply stared at her.
Then he pointed.
"You made a joke."
"I did not."
"You absolutely did."
She returned her attention to the file.
"I have work to do."
The corner of his mouth twitched.
That wasn't a denial.
