Monday mornings at Numero Corp were always busy. The glass doors slid open, and Queen Numero strode into the lobby. Heads turned. Conversations paused. Even the coffee machine seemed to sputter to a stop as employees adjusted their postures, trying to look both busy and competent in her presence.
Queen was used to it. It came with the territory.
Her assistant, Lydia, practically jogged to keep up with her.
"Good morning, Miss. Numero. Your 9 AM with the marketing team is confirmed. The Oil and Gas department wants to move their presentation to Wednesday, and the head of departments meeting at noon—"
"Declined. Keep the Oil and Gas where it is. And move the meeting to two. I need time for lunch."
Lydia hesitated. "Lunch?"
Queen raised an eyebrow. "Yes, Lydia. Lunch. That thing where people eat?"
Lydia coughed. "Right. You just never schedule time for it."