“I pushed your morning appointments to Thursday and handed the local site visits to the regional team,” Brenda said, tapping her tablet pen twice on her palm.

“All anyone on the executive board knows is that you’re taking standard prep time before the quarterly review.”

“Thanks, Brenda,” I said.

“Frank phoned my desk while you were driving in,” she added, her voice settling into a warm, practical tone.

“He’s got the emergency court order drafted for the real estate freeze.”

“Did he say anything about the process server?” I asked.

“He said the papers will be served at Maple Street at eight thirty tomorrow morning,” Brenda said.