Katherine rose from her desk and walked the short distance down the corridor to Martin's office, her heels measured and unhurried against the polished floor, though her mind was moving considerably faster than her pace suggested. His assistant glanced up as she approached, opened her mouth to announce her, and then seemed to think better of it as Katherine simply continued past the desk and let herself in.
Martin was standing at the window with his back to the door, phone pressed to his ear, his voice low and clipped in the particular tone he used when a conversation wasn't going the way he wanted it to. He glanced over his shoulder at the sound of the door, registered who it was, and ended the call within a few seconds with a curt promise to follow up later.
"Katherine." He set the phone down on his desk, his expression arranging itself into something neutral, practiced, the same composure he had worn since the launch. "I assume this isn't a social visit."
