I was updating Adrien's digital calendar—carefully color-coding meetings, site visits, and the terrifying chunk of time simply labeled "Review"—when his office door opened.
"Miss Miller," he said, voice smooth and unreadable.
"Yes?"
"Inform all department heads to meet me in the conference room. Fifteen minutes."
"Right away. Any particular reason—?"
"I have an announcement."
That made me pause.
Clara looked up from her laptop, obviously curious on what is going on.
I grabbed my tablet and moved quickly, sending a company-wide message with the appropriate subject line:
URGENT: Department Heads — Conference Room, thirteen Minutes.
I had to make it thirteen because Adrien sounded serious and he hates anyone coming late during a serious meeting.
By the time the fifteen minutes ticked down, the floor was buzzing with whispers.
