"Over here! Over here!" Philip Powell rushed to Holly Wyatt's side. He pointed toward the southwest with one hand while the other tightly gripped his phone, recording nonstop, unable to bring himself to put it down.
Holly Wyatt glanced at him, then scooted away with a look of faint disdain, pulling her office chair over to the other side of the room to sit down.
Philip Powell was still enthusiastically talking to Scott Sterling. "Weren't you supposed to come tomorrow afternoon to discuss the endorsement? Why are you here early? Ah, no, that's not it. I don't mean you're not punctual. Oh! No, that's not right either. I'm sorry, I'm just so excited, that's not what I meant..."
With one eye on the Scott Sterling on his phone screen and the other on the man himself standing right in front of him, Philip Powell was a whirlwind of activity. His words tumbled out, a train of thought completely off the rails.
