Chapter 87 Ansel

• I’m in love with my assistant. How predictable of me.
• Should I buy a red sports car next? Start a collection of expensive cuff links? Take up skydiving to pretend that I’m not getting older every day?
• A sex scandal will be sufficient, I grumble inwardly as I prowl through the Ignis floors, harried workers scattering in my wake. We’re close to the launch now, and the air in this building seems to vibrate with tension. Every minute counts.