ROWAN CARTER
The boardroom was silent except for the quiet hum of the presentation screen.
Twenty people. Senior executives. Two external investors. One acquisition worth eight figures on the table. I was halfway through dismantling the opposing counsel’s risk assessment when my phone vibrated against the polished wood in front of me.
It rang once, I ignored it. Then it rang again and the name Freya appeared on the screen. Every eyes were on me as they knew that I don't entertain distraction and so I ignored it again.
And it rang again for the third time and I clenched my jaw. So I picked up the call just so that I could get over it for once and for all.
“Hello.” Her voice greeted me , as light as feathers.
“I am in a meeting.” I told her.
“Oh… I am so sorry.”
“Is something wrong
