Brooklyn stood at the threshold, wearing a sharp gray suit, her yellowblonde hair pulled into a tight bun, her eyes blazing with a wit that cut through the room like a blade.
Mr. Caldwell, his balding head glistening with a sudden sheen of sweat, stood, his fists clenched on the oak table.
The two agents, Mr. Ellis and Ms. Vaughn, sat poised but alert. Vaughn's hand was just about to unlock the briefcases.
The other associates shifted uncomfortably, their eyes darting between Brooklyn and Caldwell, sensing a storm about to break.
"And what are you doing here, Miss Baker?" Caldwell asked. "You've got no say in this. You're just the PR manager, so stick to your press releases and leave the real business to us."
He looked at her like she was scum. "I bet you don't even know where Steele is either. He's a terrible CEO, if it's not his obsession with Bitcoins, it's his constant traveling to various places and completely abandoning the company."
