The cursor blinks at the end of the email.I've read the same sentence four times, but none of it seems to register in my mind. And with a quiet sigh, I pinch the bridge of my nose before closing the document altogether.Useless.For the first time in years, work isn't working.Usually, numbers make sense, contracts make sense, and people don’t. In fact, that’s why I built my life around the former.But somehow, now, one woman has managed to make quarterly reports harder to understand than human emotions.I’m momentarily pulled out of my thoughts by th sound of a soft knock on my office door, and I drop my hand back on the table, my gaze straying towards the door."Come in,” I say. Just then, the door pushes open, and my assistant steps inside with a tablet in her hand.“Good morning, Mr. Monroe,” she greets, walking further. Once she stops before my desk, she says, “I came to inform you that your eleven o'clock has been moved to one, Mr. Monroe."I nod."The board requested confirma
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