“Now let me get to my meeting.”

He pulled the car door closed and started the engine before I could ask anything else.

I stood on the cold garage floor while the exhaust started drifting toward the open driveway.

The carpet in the executive corridor on the fourteenth floor swallowed the sound of my footsteps as I passed the row of frosted-glass offices.

Brenda stood at the admin printing station, holding a stack of freshly collated sales reports.

“Got two minutes?” I asked.