The elevator dinged, signaling that they had reached the top floor. The metal doors pulled open, and Graeme stepped into the hallway. There was no one in sight on the floor, save for Mr. Summers at his desk.
Already mildly irritated at having to be there instead of with his fiancée, Graeme strode over to his secretary’s desk with the sound of his shoes hitting the tiled floor echoing in the hallway.
Mr. Summers immediately looked up at his approach. As usual, his expression was polite and calm. “Mr. Kincaid, good morning.”
Graeme returned the greeting. “What caused the issue with Bennett? Why is he pulling out of the project?”
“I’m not sure sir. His assistant specified that he wanted to communicate with you directly.”
A pulse of irritation rose but he let it go with a low exhale. Re
