Arianne sat behind her desk reviewing a stack of reports that had gradually accumulated during the morning. The documents were arranged neatly across the polished surface in several organized piles, each marked with a small tab indicating the department responsible for its contents.
Finance. Logistics. Operations.
She turned the page of the report she had been reading and made a brief note along the margin before setting it aside. The next file waited beside it, its contents already summarized in the briefing memo Gio had prepared earlier.
The office door remained open.
From the hallway beyond the glass walls came the muted sounds of the afternoon schedule moving forward—staff conversations, occasional footsteps passing by the executive corridor.
Arianne had been reading for several minutes when Gio appeared at the doorway again. He stepped inside with a thin folder tucked under one arm, pausing near the desk while she finished scanning the last paragraph of the report.
