He sat with his wife’s photo, waiting for a son who had already boarded without him

frantic scrambling. A workplace driven by intention, not fear.

When the final door opened, Adrian looked up from the head of a long table. His expression was warm, controlled, almost satisfied.

— Fiorina, — he said, standing to greet me. — I’m glad you came.

— I’m curious, — I answered honestly.

He gestured for me to sit.

— Good. Curiosity is usually the continue reading …