Chelyan suggested to Mel that they go out for lunch at a nearby restaurant she liked instead of dining in the company cafeteria and lunchroom where she suspected they would encounter numerous interruptions from employees saying hello and offering their condolences on Dieter’s passing. She hated to desert the faithful workers, but she needed a quiet lunch hour.
“Hi, Chelyan,” a male voice called out, “are you leaving?”
Chelyan glanced down the corridor. “Hello, Saul. We decided to go get some lunch.”
“Oh, okay. I heard you were in the building and wanted to say hello, but I can come back later.”
“No, no. Your day is undoubtedly busier than ours. We can go to lunch after we chat with you. I’d like to introduce you to Mel Haldane. He is an accomplished author and I have hired him to write
