Chapter 11 Hr Would Like A Word

• Julian was having a relatively good morning, which meant only two things: his coffee order was correct, and Clara Bellamy hadn’t called him a “soulless Armani mannequin” yet.
• But it was only 8:45 AM. The day was young.
• He entered the conference room early, black coffee in hand, and stopped short when he saw Clara already inside, balanced barefoot on one of the chairs, sticking something to the ceiling.