began arranging my entire career around his business calendar.
I convinced myself it was temporary.
That once his companies stabilized, he would make room for my ambitions.
But his businesses were never finished growing.
There was always another hotel.
Another acquisition.
Another investor dinner.
Another reason I needed to wait.
Now there was nothing left to wait for.
On Monday morning, I put on a charcoal suit and walked into Northbridge’s glass headquarters.
My new supervisor, Charlotte Reed, met me in the lobby.
She was a composed woman in her late forties with kind eyes and an efficient manner.
“Lauren, welcome to Toronto.”
“Thank you.”
“We’re very glad you’re here.”
I forced a smile.
She studied me for a moment.
“Before we start, I want you to know that we’re aware you’ve experienced a devastating loss. We can adjust your transition schedule if you need time.”
