He thought of the meeting he had originally come to attend: a budget review, a lunch, another set of numbers that would once have told him everything was fine.
“I didn’t get to it that day.”
Evelyn smiled.
“Sounds like you had other business.”
Behind them, the glass door opened again.
Someone entered carrying a parcel. Someone else came out balancing coffee and a phone. The receptionist looked up and greeted the next visitor before deciding anything about the life that had brought them there.
Julian did not turn around to check whether she recognized him.
For once, that was not the question that mattered.
