Jake
A knock on the door sounded, and I looked up from the documents on top of my desk to the office door.
"Come in," I called.
Mrs. Cove, a woman in her mid-forties with her brunette hair pulled back in a severe bun and dressed in a skirt suit, walked in. She was currently acting as my secretary at the company.
"Sir, your meeting with the department heads is in half an hour. Should I go and make preparations now?"
"What room are we meeting in?"
"The third conference room on this floor, sir."
I nodded slowly. "Thank you, Mrs. Cove. And yes, please start the preparations, I'll be done before the meeting."
"Of course, sir," she said.
With a short, bowing nod, she turned and left the room, closing the door behind her. I frowned down at the documents in front of me, wondering
