The next few days passed quietly after the meeting with Dominic.
Quiet on the outside at least.
Friday morning arrived faster than I expected.
The soft sound of pages turning filled the office quietly while morning rain tapped gently against the glass windows behind me.
London looked grey beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass, the city blurred beneath the steady drizzle while warm light from my office lamps reflected softly against the polished desk.
My office door opened and Mia walked in carrying several files in her hands, her iPad tucked beneath her arm.
She crossed the room quietly before placing one of the folders in front of me.
“Schedule for next week,” she said calmly.
I opened the file immediately.
Highlighted meetings.
Flight details.
Inspection schedules.
Everything was
