Richard
As he turns from the elevator, James' face is a mask. He doesn't meet my eye or Francis’. The door clicks closed behind him and Francis looks to me, her head tilted in question.
My voice low. “Get hold of Charlotte.”
She nods, biting her lip, tapping into her desk phone. After a moment, “Charlotte, I have Richard for you.”
Speaking quietly, “Charlotte can you come to my office right away.”
“I'm just in the middle of something. Right now?”
“Yes, right now. James' daughter just paid him a visit and I don't think it went well.”
“I'm on my way.” And the line goes dead.
“Get me Michael too.” Francis reaches for the phone again.
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