Two days after the shareholder vote, Anna Chase's office smelled like fresh ink and cold coffee, which was either atmosphere or an accident and with Anna you could never fully tell.
I knocked at 9:00 a.m. exactly because she had specified 9:00 a.m. in the calendar invite she sent at 8:47 a.m. the previous evening, which was thirteen minutes before close of business, which was either a power move or the most honest thing she'd done all week — giving me exactly enough notice to sleep badly about it.
"Sit down," she said, without looking up.
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