Carina pov
David Cappy had arrived by the time I got back upstairs.
He was already moving through the upper floor with the quiet purposeful energy of someone who knew the building well and had come with something specific in mind. He nodded at me when I came through the door, said good morning and continued down the corridor toward Damien's office with his phone already at his ear.
I went to the printer room.
Damien had asked me to print a set of documents before the morning meeting and the printer room was at the far end of the upper floor corridor, a small functional space with two machines, a paper shelf and a narrow window that looked out over the car park below. I loaded the documents from the drive, set the queue running and stood back and waited.
The first machine jammed on the
