Ian's POV
"Can I get you anything else, sir?"
"No."
He left.
I turned back to the window.
My phone screen lit up when I checked it. 9:01.
I set it face down on the table.
The entrance across the street had a doorman and two people leaving. A courier dropping something at the desk inside.
9:03.
A black SUV rolled to a stop at the kerb.
I sat forward slightly.
The door opened and Camila stepped out. Slate grey coat, folder under one arm, already moving before the driver had fully stopped. She said something to the two people behind her and they stayed by the car.
She went in alone.
I leaned back.
The coffee in front of me had stopped steaming at some point. I don't remember when.
My concern was with Camila.
I'd asked about her Thursday morning and she'd said she had somethin
