Chapter 23; Wickedly jabbed

“Should I get you a cup of latte?”

Page turned on her heels behind the large mahogany desk in her new office, the office of the Chief Executive Officer. The door of her office bore her scrupulously made nameplate. The walls of the office were coated in thick, quality white paints that beautifully radiated under the shimmer of the brilliant light that dispersed in the office from the bulbs on the ceiling, perfectly making evident the taste of its occupant. Color rose to her checks when she smiled, that her grandad remembers her tastes and preferences always marveled her.

“You impress me,” Page told her with a smile and fell into her black swivel chair that most apparently suited a queen like her, a lady of her caliber.

“I would not be drinking coffee this morning, probably later in the afternoon. For now, continue whatever work you still have on your plate until Mr Simon arrives,” she said.

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