Chapter 203

I was late on Friday at 8.30 am. Of course I was. On the day of the dinner with the Burgundian investors, my alarm decided not to go off. My shower took a century to heat up. And now I was sprinting through Vandermere's hallways like my life depended on it.

Balancing my bag, a folder full of Celleria documents, and a giant coffee from the corner shop, I rushed toward the elevators. One of them was