Chase sat in his high backed leather chair with a stack of documents spread across the table surface.
He rubbed his temples as he looked at the figures on the screen. He was already on edge.
The tension with his father was at an all time high and Giselle disappearance and his fathers intrusion had left him feeling like he was losing his grip on his own sanity.
His secretary tapped on the glass door and stepped inside without waiting for an invite. She held a tablet to her chest and looked at him in a way that didn't quite hide her fatigue.
“Sir the partners from the Sterling Group are in the conference room. They are expecting a briefing on the final logistics for the registration. Shall I tell them you are ready to receive them now?”
Chase sighed and reached for his suit jacket. “
