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Oliver

Taking a few seconds, I shake offIf this oes well, it will be my new home for the next few months

I’ ant fountain in the center of the sprawling rooold chandeliers

There are already two individuals in the waiting rooazines on their laps, their eyes glazed over As I pass the up the newly acquired business’s nale to lift what looks like the letter T

Starr Enterprise

Behind carefully schooled features, I ust

The co to survive, yet the nener is alreadyto reseitated, I roll my shoulders

Caleb Starr is going to learn that I often speak harsh truths

I approach the reception area, rey suit underneath, perfectly pressed The receptionist, a cheerful-looking thing, glances up and blinks

As I reach her, she gives me a polite smile and immediately asks, “Mr Thornton?”

Surprised and oddly pleased by her efficiency—the first good sign I’ve seen since I stepped in here—I nod

She gestures toward the elevators at the opposite end of the front entrance, right beside where the workers are struggling “Mr Starr is waiting for you Seventh floor Conference roouide you”