Damien found her at six forty-seven.
She knew the exact time because she had been watching the clock in the way she did when she was trying not to watch the clock, checking it and then making herself stop and then checking it again twenty minutes later and finding only eleven minutes had passed. She had been doing that since two in the afternoon when Damien's assistant had sent a calendar block that said Harlan — private, three to five, and she had looked at that block and thought about two hours and what they contained and then made herself stop thinking about it and worked instead.
She had been productive. That was the thing about having something sitting unresolved in the back of her mind, it made the front of her mind extremely efficient by comparison. She had cleared her inbox, fina
