The morning began earlier than usual for Lucien. By seven-thirty, he had already settled into the back of his car, which was steadily moving through the city toward Ashford Holdings. He watched the buildings pass outside the window without really seeing them. His briefcase rested beside him. Inside was a single folder; it contained a copy of the marriage contract.
He had read it countless times over the past two years. Today, he intended to make it unnecessary.
His assistant glanced at him through the rearview mirror. "Mr Ashford, your first meeting begins at eight."
Lucien nodded. "Has Mr Bennett arrived?"
"Yes. He is already waiting in Conference Room Three." His assistant replied.
"Good," Lucien replied.
The car stopped beneath the executive entrance. Lucien thanked the driver before walking into the building, and employees greeted him as they always did.
"Good morning, Mr Ashford."
"Good morning." He replied.
