Jenny walked into the building housing a variety of startups, including FleetForward Logistics with a confident stride. She'd chosen to do this herself without any outside help. This time, she didn't need Nico or Amelia to negotiate on her behalf.
She needed her independence and this was the best way of getting it. On her own. That was why she'd come prepared, her mind full of all the details she needed.
She walked into the elevator and her assistant pressed the button for the floor Fleetwood was on. She smiled to herself as she made the journey upwards and when she finally got to her destination, she stepped out and froze.
Standing there was a man she never in a million years expected to see here.
Charles Harrington.
He walked towards the elevator and it was as if his presence gave the whole place an air of gravitas. As if just by being there, he made the whole place matter. And it was probably true.