Page 2 — The Boss Who Didn’t Smile Back
Arthur Sterling entered with two security people and three senior executives who moved like a unit. He didn’t need to announce himself—people reacted to him the way animals react to an approaching storm.
Mark practically sprang forward to greet him.
“Sir! Welcome! What an honor—”
Sterling barely acknowledged Mark. His eyes scanned the room once—fast, precise—then stopped on me.
I was holding a tray of champagne flutes. Head slightly down. “Staff” posture.
But his expression changed instantly.
Not surprise.
Recognition.
He stopped walking.
The executives behind him stopped too, as if tethered.
