The phone wouldn’t stop ringing. Most of the time, Trent welcomed that sound because it usually meant more business coming in. But today, it was beginning to jar his brain. Rather than happy clients calling, it was mostly people who were supposed to come in and get equipment and other important infrastructure set up so that his people could better do their jobs.
Celia was handling most of it. Trent had wanted to give her the best office for all of her hard work, but she’d fought him on it and said she’d feel bad having the largest office with the best view on days when he was in the office. He’d insisted, but she refused to be properly appreciated. Instead she was in the room next door, coordinating everything while he tried to concentrate on getting all of the positions filled. She was doing a great job, but the walls were thinner than he liked, and every time her phone rang, he checked his.
He was worried about Bree.
