POV — Catriona
He doesn’t corner me.
He schedules me.
That’s Charles Laurent.
There’s a difference between confrontation and design—and Charles prefers design.
“Ten minutes,” his message reads.
“Conference Room B. 4:30.”
No context. No pretense. Which means it’s intentional.
At exactly 4:29, I step into the smaller glass-walled conference room overlooking the east side of the city. The main boardroom is all visibility and performance. This space is different—quieter, controlled, deliberately removed.
Strategic conversations happen here. So do quiet realignments.
Charles is already seated. No laptop. No files. No distractions. Just observation.
“Close the door,” he says lightly.
Not an order. Not quite a suggestion either. An expectation.
I close it.
“I assume this isn’t about
