She was there in the morning.
He came up to the forty-second floor braced for an empty office, the desk cleared, Kim gone wherever the table put people who turned into problems overnight. The door opened on her sitting in the same charcoal suit, hair pulled back, left hand bare, right hand gloved.
The monitors were the only change. Six had run the room on every visit before this one. Now four sat dark, and the two still lit showed a login screen she could no longer get past.
"They left me the office." She did not look up from the dead glass. "It's a courtesy. They want me somewhere they can find me."
She turned the chair around. Sleep had skipped her, he could see that much, and everything else about her looked the same as always.
"You came."
"I said I would."
"People say a lot of things at two in the morning to a voice on a wire."
