Sunday morning arrived cold and grey.
Rain from the night before still clung faintly to the streets of London while heavy clouds stretched endlessly across the sky above the private airport terminal.
The sound of my heels echoed sharply against the polished floor as I walked through the terminal beside Mia and two security guards.
Coffee warmed one of my hands.
My laptop bag rested against my shoulder.
Several project files stayed tucked beneath my arm while I flipped through the latest inspection reports without slowing my pace.
“Textile approval meeting begins first tomorrow morning,” Mia informed me while checking something on her iPad as we walked. “Then the executive negotiation with the Seoul manufacturers at eleven.”
I nodded once while scanning another page.
“Has the revise
