"How many orders did we have for the whole week, Joel?"
The next day, Gray was back in his office. The morning sunlight filtered through the blinds on his windows, casting faint lines of light across his desk.
He was reading a few documents on his table with his laptop open on the side. Meanwhile, Mara sat by a smaller table near the window. She had her earbuds in and was quietly tapping at her keyboard as she handled yet another exchange with Jet2.
Joel, on the other hand, was sitting across from Gray. He had a notepad in his hand. He flipped through a few pages before looking up at him.
"We're close to 600 orders now, Sir. That was all in just a week," Joel muttered. "To be exact, 593."
Gray leaned back in his chair, his brow rising slightly.
"Just six hundred?"
Joel gave a small nod.
