Cardinal Julian looked at the clock on the wall, the big hand clicked into place at one o’clock. He had been waiting here for over an hour. He glanced at the priest behind the desk, Father Moreales’ secretary. For the entire hour and fifteen minutes Cardinal Julian had waited the priest had not looked up at him. He had worked studiously at his computer and phone pausing to eat a few bites of the salad that made up his lunch. Cardinal Julian did not have a salad. Cardinal Julian was starving.
The secretary had successfully ignored Cardinal Julian’s glowers and frowns for over an hour. If he had not announced himself when he had entered the room and stated that he had urgent business with Father Moreales he would have thought the priest didn’t even know he was there. He sighed loudl
