"Why? You're wondering who might be jealous, and angry, at your appointment as CEO?"
"Something like that," you say.
"Then you can rest easy. No replacement had been firmly decided on. The shareholders would most likely have advocated an external search. They'd have poached an experienced candidate from one of our competitors—Psion, or one of the smaller companies. Now, we really have to leave."
Winston pages his assistant, a Miss Nakamura, and the three of you descend to the building's lobby and pass through its great revolving door, out to your waiting car.
There, on the sidewalk, you take a moment to look up at the tower reaching up into the sky above you. It is 570 feet tall—aside from the Space Needle, it's the tallest building in Seattle. Including sublevels, it contains 88 floors.
And now it's yours.
"Miss .? I'm your new assistant."
You glance up. Your official Cadillac is parked in front of you—one of many the perks of being CEO of MetaHuman. Beside it stands a man of fifty or so, his hand extended in greeting.
"Robert Leach. A pleasure to meet you."
"Mr. Leach here was Anaru Katariki's personal assistant," says Winston, beside you. "Now he's yours."