9
“Hard at work, I see.”
Agathe jolted and stopped scratching her pen over her notebook. Daniel plunked himself down in the seat beside her at the large, and otherwise empty, conference room table. He nodded at her notebook riddled in black ink, or more precisely, her saccharine etching of a dolphin leaping through the air.
She shrugged. Clearly the boredom of waiting had gotten to her. “Got to get my creative fill somehow.”
More people filtered into the room; their expressions neutral despite the intense quiet adding tension to the air.
Daniel flipped his laptop open and focused on a miscellaneous document. “Have you run out of people to grill already?”
She laughed and continued scanning the faces around her. “No grilling today, I’m just here to observe group dynamics.” Most seats w
