The meeting had been running for forty minutes and was in the middle of something important when the assistant came through the door.
She crossed the room with purpose, weaving between chairs and conversations before stopping beside Mike Danson.
Leaning down, she murmured something into his ear, her tone low enough that the rest of the table caught none of it, but the fact she'd interrupted at all suggested it wasn't something that could wait.
Whatever she whispered earned a reaction.
It was there and gone in an instant, surprise breaking through before years' worth of experience in managing his facial expressions buried it again.
When he looked up, he was already smiling, sending his assistant away with a casual wave as though nothing at all had happened.
"Apologies," he said, to nobody and everybody.
"Please continue," he said as he turned back to the meeting.
The woman who had been interrupted previously nodded, not making too much of it as the meeting continued.
