Coworkers...but should it become more ?
New York City Blackwood Capital Headquarters Monday – 6:47 AM
The executive floor was almost silent.
Most of Manhattan was still waking up, but the lights in Adrian Blackwood's office were already on.
Madison Reed stepped out of the elevator with two coffees in one hand and a leather portfolio tucked under the other arm. As she crossed the reception area, the security guard greeted her with a familiar smile.
“Morning, Miss Reed.”
“Morning, Frank.”
Without slowing down, she unlocked her office, switched on her computer and reviewed the overnight schedule. Tokyo had confirmed the merger documents. London had moved tomorrow's board meeting forward by an hour. A Bloomberg journalist was requesting an interview Adrian had no intention of giving.
She updated the calendar, declined three invitations, approved the flight plan to Geneva and rerouted a conference call before taking a sip of her coffee.
Only then did she pick up the second cup.
Exactly one sugar.
No lid.
She knocked once.
“Come in.”
Adrian Blackwood never looked up from the financial report spread across his desk.
“Good morning, Mr. Blackwood.”
“You moved Zurich.”
“It conflicted with the Singapore call.”
A brief pause.
“...Good.”
She placed the coffee beside him.
“You also have a board meeting at nine, lunch with the Hawthorne Group at twelve-thirty, CNBC at four—which I still think you should cancel—and your flight to Geneva departs at six-fifteen.”
Adrian signed the final page of the report.
“Cancel CNBC.”
“Already done.”
He gave the faintest nod.
“Good.”
Madison almost smiled.
After six years, she had learned that a single good from Adrian Blackwood was worth more than a standing ovation from anyone else.
Before she could turn toward the door, the intercom buzzed.
“Miss Reed?”
It was the receptionist.
“Mr. Calloway is here.”
Madison frowned slightly.
“He's forty minutes early.”
“So he says.”
She glanced at Adrian.
“He doesn't have an appointment until eight.”
“I know.”
“Should I ask him to wait?”
Adrian finally lifted his eyes from the papers.
For a brief moment, silence filled the office.
Then he stood, buttoned his jacket and reached for his watch.
“No.”
His voice remained calm.
“If James Calloway is forty minutes early...”
He fastened the watch around his wrist.
“...something's wrong.”
He looked at Madison.
“Come with me.”
Without another word, he walked toward the boardroom.
Madison grabbed her tablet and followed, already three steps ahead in her mind.
Neither of them noticed the financial news alert beginning to spread across every major business network.
Within the hour...
Blackwood Capital would become the center of the biggest corporate crisis in its history.