“That’s quite alright, Daniel —” Fitch began. Cindy appeared breathless in the doorway behind Elias. “Mr. Fitch, I need to speak with you. It’s important —” He smiled at her, “In a moment, Cindy.” She tried again, “Sir, it really can’t —” “I said in a moment.” He looked back at Elias, folding his hands on the desk.
“Mr. Boone. There is a process here and —” “Mr. Fitch —” Cindy tried again. “Cindy.” Final. The same tone he’d used in the corridor. A door closing. “I’ll handle it.” She stood in the doorway a moment longer, something urgent and unspoken sitting visibly on her face. Then she stepped back. Fitch turned back to Elias.