JAMES
Pausing outside the revolving glass doors to Davidson Publishing House, I clear my throat and straighten my tie. Max tried to convince me to take a few days off but I refuse. This is my company. It relies on me, and I won’t let my people, or my father, down.
Offering my usual greeting to security, and then Jane on reception, I stride towards the lifts. People filter inside the lift as it stops on various floors and I’m sure I receive some questionable glances. Ignoring them, I look straight ahead until I reach the thirteenth floor.
I head straight to Mike Nolan’s office, looking at my watch. I’m late for his weekly briefing and I consider skipping it, but I can’t. Sitting in on every department meeting each Monday is not only a colossal waste of my time but also an increasing bur
