Rachel picks up the phone and calls her husband.
"Come to the office," she says when he answers. "Now."
"Rachel, it's ten at---"
"Now." She hangs up before he finishes.
Then she texts Jake. Two words. Come back.
Then she texts Mia, who has not reached the street yet. One word. Stay.
The elevator dings. Mia walks back in with her coat half on and her bag over her shoulder, and stops.
"You're not done," Rachel says.
"I thought---"
"Sit down."
Mia sits.
Jake arrives first, still in his coat, and stops in the doorway when he sees Mia on the couch. He looks between the two women and decides not to ask.
"Sit," Rachel says.
He sits.
Oliver takes longest. He comes in out of breath with no scarf and stops dead. His wife. His wife's assistant. The intern. All three of them arranged aro
