ELLIOT
“She is asking to meet you.”
Adrian said it on a Monday morning at the kind of hour that communicated the information was not new but had been held until a reasonable time could be found for it. He stood in the doorway of Elliot’s office with his jacket on and his expression doing the careful, considered thing it did when he had decided what he was going to say and was assessing the room before saying it.
Elliot looked up from the foundation documents. “Who.”
“Nicole,” Adrian said. “She called me Saturday evening. She said she had been thinking about it for two weeks and she wanted to speak with you directly but she did not want to call your phone because the call required a different context than your usual exchanges.” He came in and sat. “She said she wanted somewhere neutral.
