Morris's POV
The week had been absolute chaos. Jasper still couldn't nail down an appointment with his uncle, the specialist, who was stuck at some medical conference in Zurich until next week.
Saturday arrived with our scheduled audit meeting looming large. Harris had promised significant developments. My apartment had transformed into command central, with almost everyone assembled—Monica, Darren, Jason, the tech genius Gordon Linus, and two additional members from Harris's team. Only Harris and Paula were running behind.
I approached Monica, who was perched on my leather sofa looking stunning in a flowing floral maxi dress, though her complexion seemed off.
"Monica, I appreciate you being here. I know you've been following the reports from a distance, but as we reach the endgame, your presence matters," I said, studying her face with growing concern.
