“It is an upsetting situation,” remarked Richard.
Oliver looked out the window. He began to fidget nervously. He checked the screen for any messages on his phone before placing it inside the briefcase. “It is getting late, Chase, and Calista is preparing something for a special meal.”
“So you are telling me that I have to leave the office?” The chilling response surprised Oliver.
“Sorry, Chase,” responded Oliver. “Your meter stops ticking here.” Oliver began to collect his possessions.
Chase accepted the release. “I think it is time anyway for me to return to the Citadel. We are re-arranging a suitable venue for Richard to deliver his studious doxology of inequity. Please let me know when the documents will need our signature.” Chase stood from the sofa. He glanced at the refl
