Anabelle walked into the grand lobby of the Crestview Towers with calm confidence. The building was one of the tallest in the city, and now it was about to become one of her biggest projects.
Her heels clicked softly against the marble floor as she moved, holding her tablet close. Workers greeted her respectfully, and some paused to listen for her next instruction.
“Make sure the chandeliers align exactly with the center of the lounge tables,” she said, pointing toward the ceiling. “I don’t want even a two-inch difference.”
“Yes, ma’am,” one of the workers replied quickly.
She turned to another. “And those wall panels — the beige one should be replaced with the cream shade we discussed yesterday. The light will bounce better on that.”
“Got it,” he said.
Anabelle smiled faintly. She
