Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Two: The Supply Chain Shift

Celine It was Monday again, and I was back to the daily grind. My hands fly on my keyboard as I typed. I answered calls through the day and went on meetings with executives and employees. I always loved the Monday rush. It coursed a higher degree of adrenaline through my blood than racing on a glass bridge. But, spending time with Trevor was getting more fun as working in a frenzy had been to me. I had thought I was a recluse–I thrived better in solidarity–but Trevor had changed that opinion of mine. "It's time for the celebration, Director Holden," Rachel informed me when she stepped into my office. I paused my fingers on my mouse. I watched her over the rim of my glass, pursing my mouth in a subtle frown. Rachel's eyebrow twitched. "I'm sorry, Director Holden. Is this a bad time?" I shook my head. I remove the glass from my eyes and placed it on my table, rubbing my eyes with my fingers. "Is it important to hold a ceremony for a newly appointed director?" I murmured low un