The Rowan Group’s year-end banquet was scheduled for Little New Year’s Eve.

2:00 PM.

Rowan Group, President’s Office.

Julian sat behind his desk, reviewing documents. In a crisp white shirt and black trousers, he exuded a striking refinement. The past year had been tumultuous, yet Rowan Group’s profits had risen by fifteen percent—a rather commendable achievement.

Laura knocked and entered, a stack of files in her hands needing ...