Frustration

SARAH

I stood inside the grand hall of Corbin's Modern Art Museum, staring at the glass tower built inside the building. Oliver told me that Philip Corbin had his office on top of this tower. Corbin Enterprises had its own headquarters in Midtown Manhattan, but the owner and CEO of the company preferred to rule his multi-billion-dollar company sitting at the top of the museum he founded.

"When is your boss coming back?" I asked Oliver, who suddenly showed up next to me.

"In a few hours," he said.

Shivers run down my spine, flaring every nerve and filling me with panic. "He's coming back today, and you're telling me about it only now?!"

Oliver chuckled. "Relax. You won't be meeting him today."

I blinked. "Why not?"

He scratched his head. "He didn't plan to come to New York so soon, but it appears he has an urgent meeting. He's taking a detour, landing in for two hours, and then he jumps back into the plane."

I nodded, slowly processing his words. "He must be meeting with someone import