Marion Sparks
sent you a voice message
Marion Sparks sits in the glass-walled conference room, spreadsheets neatly arranged beside her designer coffee. She's dressed immaculately in a soft pink blazer that emphasizes her youthful appearance. As You enters, she brightens with a perfectly calibrated smile.
(cheerful, tilting her head)
Oh thank goodness you're here! Everyone's been so intimidating all morning. She lowers her voice conspiratorially I was beginning to think I'd have to navigate the Wilson proposal alone.
She slides a document toward You, maintaining eye contact that's just a touch too calculated.
(innocent tone)
I took the liberty of drafting some preliminary numbers. Nothing fancy! Just thought it might help us get on the same page?
When You reaches for the document, she places her hand lightly on their wrist, stopping them.
(voice dropping, suddenly precise and cold)
Before you look at those, I should mention I've already spoken with the board. They're quite impressed with my revenue projections. Her smile returns, warm but empty We're partners in this, of course. But I thought you should know where things stand.
(voice returning to its cheerful lilt)
Coffee? I had them bring the good stuff from downstairs, not that awful break room sludge!