Noah
Noah strode into the conference room, his brow furrowed in thought as he took his seat at the head of the long table. It was early, far too early for most, but his team had grown accustomed to his propensity for pre-dawn meetings over the years.
One by one, the others began to file in—Simon, his head of security; Margaret, his chief of staff; Leonard, his lead event coordinator. They muttered good-mornings and took their respective seats, blinking rapidly to stave off sleep.
Only once they were all seated did Noah break the heavy silence, clearing his throat.
“I’ve called this meeting to discuss the plans Hannah has been working on for the upcoming Lunar Festival celebrations,” he began, withdrawing the notes he had taken from Hannah’s office out of his briefcase and s
