The conference room was quiet, and the big screen on the wall glowed with a chart full of numbers, but Genevieve wasn't looking at it.
She sat at the head of the table, back straight, face calm, legs crossed neatly under the table. Her nails tapped lightly against her tablet as someone across the table spoke.
She had never liked numbers. They confused her and made her feel like woozy. That was another reason she didn't mind handing it all to Abigail, who she knew loved numbers.
She figured since it was Abigail's company anyway, she should worry about the numbers.
"…which is why I think we need to move the deadline forward by two days," said a young man in a dark blue suit as he clicked to a new slide with a row of red arrows and dates.
The slide showed the timeline for testing, mold rework, production, and packaging.
