“Mrs. Mann! You can’t go in there! He’s in a meeting!”
“Gregor, wait here, please.” I bypassed Director Holmes’s secretary and walked into his office. He was raising a cup of coffee to his lips, as was the man who was with him.
Director Holmes rose to his feet jerkily, and drops splattered over his tie. “Portia. You’re early! That’s to say…It’s so nice to see you again.” He’d danced with me at the Bosnia-Herzegovina ball, and after making a heavy-handed pass which I’d shot down, he’d apologized and vanished in the crowd. When I spotted him again, he was at Wexler’s side. “Would you care for coffee? Or tea?”
“Nothing. Thank you.” There was no need for me to be rude.
“I wasn’t expecting you so soon.”
Because I hadn’t wanted him aware I was on my way.
I looked pointedly at the other man
