The conference room on the 16th floor is the biggest one in the building. It has a kind council of minister vibe to it. Around the beautiful table, gorgeous chair are waiting for us. Sometimes I still wonder what I’m doing here, in such impressive surrounding!
Luck would have it, that I’m sitting at the end of the table. On the other end is Austin. We’ll be facing each other. The more I look at the little sign on which ‘Miss Davis’ is written on, the more I stress. I’m in a very uncomfortable situation.
Before sitting down. I stroke the beautiful table with my fingertips. The wood is stunning. I’ve never seen such a color. Mark, who’s just behind me, notices my interest in the table and leans over to whisper in my ear.
“It’s made of Ceylonese lemon tree wood… Mr. William brough
