Third person
Fiona strode into her boss’s corner office, carrying a neat stack of paperwork.
Conrad was pacing the room while speaking on the phone by way of a headset tucked into his right ear. It was invisible under his thick, dark gray hair, except for a tiny blue light that blinked intermittently when he was on a call.
His back was to the door, but he sensed Fiona standing there and turned, waving her inside.
“Close the deal today,” the CEO barked into the air. Then he put his finger to his ear briefly, pressing a button to hang up his call without another word.
“I have the reports you asked for,” Fiona said quickly, not waiting for Conrad to greet her or even make his way over to the desk, where she was placing her paperwork in three tidy stacks beside his computer. She knew
