She rubbed over the length of her arm through the leather jacket, and bit her lip pensively as the car wove through late morning traffic.
There was still a drizzle in the air. No snowflakes or flurries. Not even sleet. But it was cold, gray and overcast, and the skies looked ready to burst at any moment.
When the driver pulled in front of the building, Mia ducked out and hurried toward the door so she didn't get soaked again. She rode up the elevator, her anxiety heightening with every floor as she crept upward.
Eleanor looked surprised when Mia walked through the reception area.
"Mia, Mr. Hamilton said you were sick this morning. Are you feeling better?"
Mia smiled wanly. "A bit, yes. Is Gabe in his office?"
Eleanor nodded.
"See that we aren't disturbed until he tells you otherwise," Mia said in a quiet voice. "We have an important matter to discuss this morning."
"Of course," Eleanor replied. "Let me know if you want lunch delivered. I'll see to it."
