Jamie came back in four minutes and fifty eight seconds.
Nia knew because she had been staring at her laptop clock with the focused attention of someone who needed something concrete to look at. That was not the door Darian had just walked through or the pen she had straightened three times since he left.
"Henriksen is ready," Jamie said from the doorway.
"Thank you," she said. Professionally. Completely.
Jamie nodded and left and she exhaled once quietly and pulled up the Henriksen file and was entirely focused for the full forty minutes of the call.
The problem was everything after the call.
She could not settle.
Not in the dramatic way, nothing visible, nothing that Gregory or Patricia or anyone on the floor would have registered. Just the specific internal restlessness of a woma
