Jennifer moved briskly through the executive floor, her heels clicking efficiently on the polished floors. Aria hurried to keep up, trying to take in everything at once.
Open-plan workspace with individual desks for junior staff. Private offices lining the perimeter for senior executives. Conference rooms with glass walls. A break room that looked more like a luxury hotel lounge. And everywhere....everywhere....that sense of controlled power.
"You'll be sitting here," Jennifer said, stopping in front of a desk positioned directly outside a large corner office.
The desk was beautiful....sleek, modern, with two large monitors, a phone system that looked complicated, and organizational supplies arranged with military precision. But what caught Aria's attention were the glass walls.
The office behind her desk.....Damien's office...had floor-to-ceiling glass walls on three sides. She could see directly into it. And anyone inside could see directly out.
To her.
Constantly.
