He picked up his notebook and stood up.
The other department heads were already shifting in their seats, conversations resuming, laptops closing. Lance moved toward the door without hurrying and without looking back at the head of the table.
He didn't need to.
He already knew Ansel was watching him leave.
The door closed behind him.
The lift doors closed and he stood in the quiet of it alone as it descended back to the fourth floor.
He looked at his reflection in the mirrored wall.
His expression had not changed once since he walked into that room.
He looked back at the doors.
The lift opened on the fourth floor.
Lance stepped out and walked back to his office.
He had a departmental review to prepare.
The rest of the afternoon dissolved into work.
