Patricia Lavalette was hard at work in her office, arranging the paperwork for a new deal she was about to close for her company. The office was of modern and elegant design. Patricia was a very much ambitious character.
Only in her mid-twenties and already owner and CEO of a major brain-machine interface company was the commendable result of having dedicated most of her waking hours to furthering her career; it was her passion and life’s work.
As she was completing the final signatures in the forms suddenly something strange happened. An alert flashed in the computer screen warning that cameras in most departments had been disabled. This was highly unusual, and she tensed up.
Before the woman could figure out what went wrong, a man who was not of her staff entered the office unannounced. He stepped towards her and Patricia noticed he had short dark hair and eyes and a stubble, and on his face was a roguish smile.
White shirt, loose collar. Immediately she knew who this person was, indeed, there was no doubt it was him, the person who had wanted to buy this business, but she’d naturally refused.