The finance department occupied the better part of the fourth floor.
It was a clean open plan space, rows of desks arranged with the kind of deliberate organization that suggested someone had strong opinions about feng shui or had simply run out of patience for disorder.
The walls were glass on two sides, looking out over the city on one end and into a row of private offices on the other. At the far end sat a corner office that Sandra was already steering him toward.
But they didn't make it there immediately.
Because the moment Lance stepped through the glass doors the department noticed him.
Not all at once.
It moved through the room the way awareness always does, one person looking up and then the person beside them and then the person across from them until the whole floor had quietly recalibrated around the new presence in the room without anyone making a production of it.
Lance walked through it without adjusting his pace.
