By eight o'clock that morning, the executive floor of Vale Group looked like it had barely survived a storm.
Coffee cups occupied almost every available surface. Jackets were draped over chairs. Several employees walked around with the sluggish movements of people who had slept far less than they should have.
After the Ashcroft meeting had been moved forward, the entire company had practically gone into emergency mode.
Yesterday had been chaos.
Today was judgment day.
Naomi stepped out of the elevator with her tablet tucked under one arm and immediately felt the tension hanging over the floor.
Nobody was chatting.
Nobody was taking leisurely coffee breaks.
Everyone had something to do.
Everyone had somewhere to be.
The closer they got to ten o'clock, the more anxious the atmosphe
