Darren sat alone in the high-rise office lounge of the Steele Complex, watching the Los Alverez skyline dim under the blanket of dusk. He hadn't spoken to anyone in hours—not since Rachel had left to organize the Trendteller quarterly licenses. His phone rested on the armrest, untouched, while a half-drunk cup of Genmaicha steamed gently on the side table.
He thought about Rachel for a moment. He was yet to ask her how exactly they had managed to get Trendteller through the application process.
Few nights ago, he had received an email that showed that the digital asset had been initially placed on suspension, so how was it suddenly affirmed for expansion?
Darren half-shrugged, letting it go. He decided he would ask her at a later time. Just out of pure curiosity, not that he distrusted her or anything.
It wasn't like she would have done anything damning to the company in order to get the application process through.
