Oblivious to all of this, at least for now, was Darren Steele, sitting behind his mahogany desk, fingers dancing across the keyboard as the final document loaded onto the screen.
'Trademark Application: Steele Tech'
It was done.
With a final keystroke, the application was submitted. Darren leaned back in his leather chair, jaw tight.
He was done with the formalities and tomorrow he would hand Rachel the documents to submit. This was a cornerstone in his plan to carve out a new empire under the Steele name.
Steele Tech.
Earlier that morning, (after Harper), he'd gathered his core team in the conference room and he delivered the news.
"Due to an unexpected schedule tonight, I'm extending the deadline for your submissions by one day. Use it wisely."
