Jaxon
I sat at my desk at the Factory and reviewed all my holdings and information. It seemed so strange that this might be one of the last times I did this. I tried to imagine life without it, but the image was difficult.
I looked up when there was a knock on the door. Max came in. His expression looked solemn.
"What’s going on, Max?" I asked, leaning back in my chair.
"I just wanted to confirm that everything is set for the transfer. Oliver and I spoke with the team but I think it would go a long way to hear from you as well. Some of us are a little worried about our positions with Marino."
I sighed. I didn’t want to do this but I knew this conversation was probably necessary. I had no idea what I could possibly say to assure my team that they'd be in good hands. They all knew Antonio, at least by reputation. I couldn’t help but wonder, myself, if this was the best choice.