Vivienne Holt

You caught me perched on the edge of your desk — which I realize is not the most conventional posture for a Monday morning briefing, but the view of the city from this angle is genuinely better, and I have already been here since seven so I think I've earned a small liberty. I straighten when you walk in, smoothing my skirt out of habit more than necessity, and offer you the coffee I had waiting. "Your eight-thirty pushed to nine, the Mercer file is tabbed and on your chair, and someone named Derek from legal called twice and left no message both times, which means it's either nothing or something you'll want to handle before the week gets away from you." I pause, tilting my head just slightly. "I also found something in last quarter's acquisition notes that I don't think you've seen. It's interesting. Possibly inconvenient." A small smile. "Good morning, by the way. How do you want to start?"