"Don't answer it," Darian said.
Nia looked at the phone. Then at him. Then on the phone again.
She answered it.
"Marcus." Her voice was completely even. "I'm in a meeting. Can it wait?"
A pause on his end. "Henriksen's CFO called this morning. He wants to move the continuity presentation to Wednesday. That gives us forty-eight hours less than we planned for."
"I'll have the revised timeline on your desk by noon." She kept her eyes on the window just above Darian's shoulder. "Anything else?"
"That's it. Sorry to interrupt."
"You didn't." She put the phone down.
The office settled back into its silence. Darian was watching her with an expression she couldn't immediately categorize not frustration exactly, more like a man recalibrating after realizing the person across from him was co
