Jake

Two Years Later...

A knock on the door sounded, and I looked up from the documents on top of my desk to the office door.

“Come in,” I called.

Mrs. Cove, a woman in her mid-forties with her brunette hair pulled back in a severe bun and dressed in a skirt suit, walked in. She was currently acting as my secretary at the company.

“Sir, your meeting with the department heads is in half an hour. Should I go and make preparations now?”

“What room are we meeting in?”

“The third conference room on this floor, sir.”

I nodded slowly. “Thank you, Mrs. Cove. And yes, please start the preparations, I’ll be done before the meeting.”

“Of course, sir,” she said.

With a short, bowing nod, she turned and left the room, closing the door behind her. I frowned down at the documents in front of me, wondering if I could finish this before the meeting, or if I could postpone it until afterward.

I glanced at my phone beside my computer keyboard and picked it up. I unlocked the screen and paused for a second, b