“Mr. Fitch, if we could just —” “Cindy, I’ve got this.” “Mr. Boone, please —” “I’m not asking for anything unreasonable —” “Mr. Fitch.” Cindy’s voice came out louder than she’d intended, her composure finally showing its edges. “I really think we need to slow down —”
Fitch turned and looked at her. Just looked. The kind of look that didn’t need words. “Thank you, Cindy.” She stopped. They were in the lobby now. Elias wasn’t sure when that had happened. The room had gone quiet in the particular way rooms went quiet when something worth watching was happening.