KILLIAN
“Sir, are you going home?” My secretary spoke the immediate second I stepped out of my private office.
Her head lifted sharply, her eyes darting from my face down to the leather work bag I carried in my right hand. “You still have one last appointment listed on your schedule for the day.”
One last appointment? By this late hour of the afternoon?
I paused, lifting my wrist to glance down at the face of my watch. 5:30 PM.
My mind ran to and fro across my schedule for the week; I was certain I hadn’t set or approved any meetings around this time.
“What appointment?” I finally asked her, turning aside to face her desk.
I watched as she nervously tapped the bridge of her glasses, as if to center them properly on her nose, before quickly checking her digital database.
“You hav
