Another day, another meeting.
It's been three days since the arson incident, and I'm busting my ass to keep up with all the repercussions, as well as dealing with the paperwork that comes with our 'boss' being dead. Today, I'm attending a meeting on the other side of town as an investor.
Mirador is a trading company with ties across borders, with which we recently established an agreement.
It takes up my entire morning, and they don't mention anything of note throughout the whole meeting. It feels like a complete waste of time, but most of the shit I do is, I guess.
When the board meeting at the Mirador Tower ends, I make way to the elevator lobby, only to find that he's here: leaning against a marble pillar as if he owns the building… actually, he probably does own it, after thinking about it a bit longer.
