TEN MINUTES AND HALF a second later, there is another tap at the door.
Impressively punctual.
I don’t recognize the tap; it is very mellow, very hesitant. So, I lean back in my chair and watch in silence. This is a competitive role. Mellow, hesitant interns will collapse under the pressure.
Through the slit at the bottom of the door I can see her shadow shuffling back and forth. Nerves.
Seconds tick by, but I don’t voice my permission. Having waited a full minute, she taps again. Slightly harder than before, but still lacking confidence. My hands fold up on my midriff as I continue to watch.
Her shadow disappears and I can hear parts of a muffled conversation.
“Are you sure—” Her voice is sweet and soft.
“Mr. Stryker is in his office,” Claire reassures her.
A third call comes again
