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comfortable looking chairs on each side of the table as well. From the large windows, we had a panoramic view of Dunwoody, Sandy Springs, and even Alpharetta. Since the meeting was only for senior designers and upper management within the firm, there had to be at least thirty people already sitting at the table. We took our seat at the far end of the table. On the opposite end, at the head of the table, sat Mr. Bradshaw. To his right was his CFO, Mr. Black, and next to him was a very beautiful woman.
    “Alright everyone,” said Mr. Bradshaw in his distinctive voice standing up as the crowd went silent. “Let’s begin the meeting since everyone is here now. As you all may know I’m Thomas Bradshaw the CEO and owner of this prestigious architect firm Donaldson and Bradshaw. Today, I’ll be disclosing the full plans for the General Motors assembly plant revitalization project you all have been waiting for.”
    As Mr. Bradshaw gave his introduction speech, he naturally commanded attention. He was a very confident man yet brash when he had to be. Albeit, he received respect from everyone within the architect and financial world. This tall man with many years of experience and knowledge was dressed in a grey lightly-visible pin-striped suit which was obviously tailored-made. He even had the perfect color pocket square to accentuate his tie and shirt. He briefly talked about his humble beginnings and how his great-grandfather started the company on drive and determination after immigrating to the US from England in the nineteenth century. It was your classic rags-to-riches story which I had heard before but I listened with enthusiasm.
    “Well, enough of my story and how the firm was started,” he said. “Now the items you all have been waiting for. It gives me great pleasure to announce that Aaron Malone will be spearheading the revitalization project as the lead designer. Aaron, please stand up.”
    As I stood up, everyone in the room gave me a big congratulatory clap and it was well deserved. I had worked diligently since joining the firm and now all my hard work was paying off. As I smiled and raised my right hand as a gesture of thanks to the crowd they continued to clap. It seemed as if I had won some type of award or prize. After the clapping had ended, I took my seat.
    Now ladies and gentleman,” began Mr. Bradshaw still standing at the head of the table. “Please give a warm welcome to the consultant I have assigned to the revitalization project as well. I introduce to you, Ms. Tiffany Towns.”
    Right on cue, Tiffany stood up, smiled politely, and greeted the room full of eager on-lookers. The crowd’s claps were almost noticeably louder than when I stood up. Her body was well-defined and chiseled. And on top of that, she was drop-dead gorgeous.
    “Well, looks like you’re going to have your hands full with that pretty young consultant,” whispered Sebastian in my ear.
    “Quiet Sebastian, let’s hear what she has to say,” I whispered back to him.
    Mr. Bradshaw took his seat while Tiffany addressed the wondering crowd. She briefly explained her educational credits such as her undergraduate degree in engineering from Georgia Tech and a master’s degree from Stanford propelled her consulting career. Her biggest achievement included consulting on the development of the Palm Islands in Dubai.
    “Well-educated, experienced, and looks to kill for,” whispered Sebastian in my ear again. “Hope you’re not easily intimidated by all that talent and beauty rolled up into one.”
    “Not a chance,” I quickly responded back to him. “Besides, it’s not a competition, we’re working together.”
    By the time Tiffany finished her speech the participants within the room were quite impressed. That’s saying a lot since there were many designers with years of experience under their belts. Before she sat down, Mr. Bradshaw rose to his feet and thanked her. The crowd clapped again one final time. Then Mr. Bradshaw