Her mind was spinning now, no longer disciplined and focused the way it had been in Richard's father's presence, but racing wildly through a hundred different concerns and complications all at once. The timeline was insane. The expectations were impossibly high. The consequences of failure had been laid out in terms that were frankly terrifying, and she had no clear idea yet of how she was going to pull any of this off.
But more pressingly than any of that, there was another problem sitting right at the center of everything - a problem that Sandra had conveniently avoided mentioning during the entire intense conversation she had just survived.
She pushed herself away from the wall and began walking again, faster this time, her heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floor as she made her way toward the grand staircase that would take her down to the main entrance.
