At this, Adam arched an eyebrow at Sally, who shrugged in reply. “We must have missed the warm-up act.”
He twisted his head towards the door, vaguely considering making his way back there to collect one of the so-called “information packs” (which, as if on cue, Constantine and Herbert began muttering about, equating them to “sales pitches”). He thought better of it when he saw the same elfin woman who’d greeted them upon arrival sandwiched between a flock of people, the table hosting the packs now entirely obscured from view.
“As you’ll see from the pack, and as you’ll have hopefully heard from talking with Max who heads up our sales team (at this, she gestured with one hand to the eager young man in the slick, grey suit beside her), Archangel has been engaged in meaningful dialogue with
