By the end of the week, the fortieth floor of Blackwood Logistics had a new rhythm.
Before, it had been the Sarah Show—efficient, polite, and strictly corporate. Now, it was a silent, synchronized dance between the CEO and his Special Aide.
Leo's desk in the alcove had become a fortress. He had reorganized the filing system, colour-coded the calendar, and somehow managed to brew coffee that tasted better than the machine should have allowed.
Sarah watched him with a mixture of awe and suspicion.
"You cleared his entire afternoon," Sarah noted, leaning over Leo's glass desk. It was 11:00 AM on Friday. "Mr. Blackwood usually takes open door meetings on Fridays."
"Not today," Leo said, not looking up from his monitor. "The legal review for Tokyo requires deep focus. I blocked out four hours of 'Do Not Disturb' time."
"He didn't ask for that."
"He needs it," Leo corrected. "Trust me, Sarah. He'll thank me."
