Blake was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling bookcase in his office when the intercom on his desk came on and Daphne spoke.
“Norman is here to see you, Blake.”
He moved to his desk, bent down, and pressed a button.
“Okay, Daphne. Send him in and hold all my calls, please,” Blake replied, then returned to the bookcase and removed a book from the shelf.
The door opened and Norman walked into the office.
“Hi, Blake!”
“Norm. Have a seat.”
“How's Nik?” Norman told him, taking a seat in front of the desk.
“She’s on bed rest, and hating every second.”
Blake settled in his chair.
“But she's tough. She’ll get through it.”
“I have no doubt.”
Norman adjusted his glasses.
“So, about the hearing, Norm. Are you prepared?”
“I will be,” Norman assured him. “I'm working on something t
