When Christopher's secretary saw Abigail approaching, she walked over to her with a gentle smile. "Good afternoon, Madam. I'm afraid Mr. Sherman is currently in a meeting."
Abigail nodded, her expression unreadable. "I'll wait in his cabin."
The secretary gestured towards the heavy wooden door. "Of course, please go right in."
Abigail stepped into the familiar office room, looking around at the tasteful decorations and expensive furniture.
The secretary followed her, offering a polite smile. "Can I get you something to drink? Juice or coffee, perhaps?"
"No, thank you."
The secretary nodded. "Very well, ma'am. Please don't hesitate to let me know if you need anything else." With that, she left the room, closing the door softly behind her.
