Another Rift

Nathan walked into the Crawford Group head office, his long strides quickly carrying him to the elevator.

“When did the meeting start?” Nathan asked Mike, who was hurrying beside him, to keep up.

“A little over an hour ago,” Mike said, checking his wristwatch.

“And my grandfather?” Nathan asked.

“Last I checked, he was still at the house,” Mike replied.

“Okay,” Nathan nodded as they stepped out of the elevator onto the top floor of the thirty-story skyscraper.

There was just one conference room on the floor, reserved for Nathan’s special meetings. Nathan preferred the room, with its floor-to-ceiling windows offering an unobstructed view of the city skyline. It was the perfect setting to negotiate high-stakes deals and hold confidential meetings away from prying eyes.

“Welcome, Mr. Crawford,” Anita, Nathan’s secretary, said, standing as he walked past her.

“How many?” Nathan asked.

“Four,” Anita replied quickly, knowing exactly what he meant.

Nathan pulled open the door, stepping into