Chapter 89: Saving The Company

    The smiling secretary led Catherine to Alan's office. "Go on in, he's expecting you," the secretary said. Catherine knocked quietly, and the door swung open. Alan sat behind a desk piled with paperwork. A small modernist metal sculpture like the ones in his apartment sat in the corner of the room next to a small potted palm. "Welcome," he said, smiling at her over the top of his computer. "Let me finish this email, and then we'll get started." She took a chair at the desk and looked around the room as he tapped away at his keyboard. The office was much smaller than she remembered. Back when she used to visit her dad at work, she'd always run to Alan's office to give him a drawing she'd made at school, or when she got older, to say hi. She looked around the room, marveling that her memories were so different from reality. "Looks a bit different, doesn't it?" Alan asked. "A bit," she admitted. "Things changed when your uncle took over," he said with a shrug. "I used to have a corner