Ava’s Pov
I walked into the office Tuesday morning with the updated numbers and the full test report in a folder. My water bottle had a lid like Mr Kline said. I got to the top floor at ten fifty and his assistant waved me in. Damien Grey sat behind a big desk looking at a screen. “Sit,” he said without looking up. I sat and put the folder on the desk. “Here are the numbers and the report,” I said.
He closed the laptop and opened the folder. “Good. Numbers match. Test details clear,” he said. “You work fast.” “I stayed up late,” I said. “Show me you can handle more. I have a new campaign, it's confidential. You assist me direct, late nights, no team,” he said. “Yes sir,” I said. “Start tonight by seven. Be at my office,” he said.
The day went normal with marketing tasks but my mind stay
