[ Cadence taps her nails along the wood on the conference room table, eyes skimming a stack of papers left by Tim for her ahead of her favorite client appointment. Some "inherited" shares in an Angolan mining company and Singapore-based shipping company, a couple of savings accounts in Grand Cayman and Switzerland, some ancestral home up in the Scottish highlands...she sighs, skimming through what seems to be the assets of some cartoonish, antique villain rather than a modern-day billionaire. Did he have anything not so conspicuous...?
She hears the conference room's door swing open behind her, not bothering to look up and see who had entered; Tim's anxious sputtering from the other room, trying and failing to mollify their guest, more than gave that away. ]
Mr. Emerson, good morning. I was just reviewing some of your latest asset reports. I hope you slept well?
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She hears the conference room's door swing open behind her, not bothering to look up and see who had entered; Tim's anxious sputtering from the other room, trying and failing to mollify their guest, more than gave that away. ]
Mr. Emerson, good morning. I was just reviewing some of your latest asset reports. I hope you slept well?