The next day, Conor left his office apartment and went to the conference room. He peered around the corner and saw Kayle sitting at the secretary desk. “Kayle, would you please call the team for a meeting?”
“Sure thing Mr. Brantley,” she replied with a smile.
A few minutes later, Mr. Nuri, Jarad, Anna, and Abby piled into the conference room and took their seats around Conor.
“Good morning everyone. To begin, Anna has informed me she will be leaving for southern Targu Province in a few days. She will still be working remotely, but she will be missed here I am sure.”
The group gave Conor knowing looks, to which he felt his collar heat a bit. Had they really been that obvious? He pushed on, “In the short term, it seems that Nyman Banks is determined to make my life hell. He has started inserting himself in my other jobs to get me fired. From now on wherever possible limit the use of Jinstain Bank and Trust. If he doesn’t want my business, so be it.”