Grayson stared at the holographic display hovering above his desk, the quarterly projections blurring into meaningless numbers. His mind had wandered three times in the past ten minutes. This would've been impossible a month ago.
"Sir." Bryan Stewart called out as he stood in the doorway.
He had that smile plastered across his face again.
"I'll need to step outside by midday." Bryan Stewart said, informing him.
Grayson's fingers stopped and asked, "Why?"
"The company needs to take responsibility for Hope's situation." Bryan Stewart crossed his arms, leaning against the desk with ease.
"A formal visit is required. Plus, I need clarification on some of the files he sent over. The encryption he used on some of them—" He shook his head. "—I can't figure out half of what he did. It's great to have a young one smart enough to clear the backlogs."
The mention of Neville's name made Grayson pay attention to him.
He straightened in his chair and announced. "I'll go personally."
