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

look.

— I figured you might need this, — she said, stepping inside. — Word travels fast. Half the consultants at the retreat are talking about you.

I blinked, confused.

— Me?

She nodded.

— Adrian mentioned you to a few people. The respect in the room shifted instantly. Fiorina, you should have seen it.

I wasn’t sure what startled me more: that Adrian had continue reading …