At Frost Corporation
Zach was seated behind his desk, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose watching as his long fingers moved to sign off a file. A feeling of satisfaction swelled in his chest as he closed the leather file and he handed it to his secretary.
"Send a message to the department heads that everyone should wrap up their work in two hours and go home."
"Sir?" Her eyes grew saucers at the order.
"Start your weekend early", he said and he got up.
He took his jacket, shrugged it on and left. His bodyguards were already by his side as they escorted him to his car. The entourage left Frost Corporation's parking lot. The four cars emerged on the busy roads of New York. It was even busier as it was during lunch hour.
