“Are they in conference room B?” I say as I walk past. “Actually, Ms. Owens, they might not be ready for you yet,” says Katie Two, scrambling out of her chair. “The meeting doesn’t start for another two minutes.” I walk right past them, angling for the frosted glass door of the conference room. “Ms. Owens, wait—” The door whispers across the carpet as I push it gently inward. “Good morning, I—” I pause in the open doorway, my hand pressed against the cool glass. My gaze darts quickly around the room. Two of the three partners are here. Oh, and Dale, of course. “I thought I was early,” I say.
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