Richard
The elevator doors swish open and I stroll in. “Morning, Francis.”
“Good morning, Richard.”
“Anything for me?”
“Just some mail.” She stands, offers me a handful of envelopes, but as I take them, Francis nudges me, rolling eyes to James' office where the door stands a little ajar.
I mouth the words silently. Something wrong?
She shrugs but doesn't look unhappy. Just perplexed. Rocking spread fingers back and forth, she looks more...
Bewildered?
Or what?
She shrugs and jerks her head back to James’ door, standing ajar.
Not helpful…
Feeling a little dischuffed at my P.A.'s unuseful attitude...
More information would be helpful...
... I head for James' door, raising knuckles...
And I freeze...
Is that humming?
?
James?
?
Tentatively, I push the door wider.
James is
