Her dark gray hair was pulled into a tight bun, and her navy blazer looked crisp and formal on screen.

“Good morning, Naomi,” Sarah said through the laptop speakers.

“Are you settled in after your flight?”

“I am, yes,” I said.

“Thanks for sending the secure link to my new address.”

“It was no trouble at all,” she said.

She tapped her gold-nibbed pen on the side of a legal pad.

“They joined the waiting room forty seconds ago.