Once he got in, he stepped into the elevator, not waiting to exchange greetings with those interested in meeting him.
The lift took him to the 34th floor of Golden Hay Headquarters, where an eerie stillness hung in the air.
It was morning, but the tranquil hush of a peaceful dawn was completely absent, rather, a disquieting silence that crawled beneath the skin reigned inside, heavy with the weight of secrets being shuffled behind closed doors.
They were all still reeling from Darren Steele 's threats a few days ago, and the takeover had been put on a temporary hold.
Gillian Henderson entered the room, standing at the heart of this storm. A quiet storm, rather.
He saw the board members, assistants, legal counsels, and financial auditors sitting in silence, those that moved did it like specters, their steps purposeful yet restrained, hiding their urgency and anxiety.
