Mark paused with his hand on the doorknob of the security office. He looked at Jimmy, who shrugged in response. Mark sighed as he pushed the door open and went inside. They found Mitch sitting in a chair in front of Cole, who was behind his desk. Both men seemed relaxed and wore neutral expressions.
“Is there a problem?” Mark asked as Jimmy closed the door behind them.
“No, not really,” Cole said. “You two might want to pull up chairs and get comfortable because I don’t know how long this will take.”
“If I need a chair, I want one of the comfy ones,” Jimmy said as he walked over to one of the desks and moved a rolling chair over. “Mark, you want one?”
“Yes. I have been on my feet all day and was wearing dress shoes. I need to sit for a while,” Mark replied as Jimmy wheeled over a secon
