The door to Mr. Eckhart’s office is open, as it usually is when he isn’t in a phone meeting or a conference with Bryce. He likes to think of himself as accessible to his employees, though in reality, most of them who might have something to say stop at Alecia’s desk. A few make it past her to Bryce’s, but it’s rare if any actually bother Mr. Eckhart. He has a business to run. He doesn’t have time for petty squabbles and complaints about the coffee. That’s part of Bryce’s job description.
As are the daily conferences Bryce has with his boss. Those are one of the better aspects of his position, he must admit.
Bryce breezes through Mr. Eckhart’s door and closes it behind him. Mr. Eckhart is seated at his desk, the folder for the Japanese account open before him, his attention divided betwee
