Come on, Dave, Michael crooned into the phone, there has to be a way for us to plea this thing. You and I both know His train of thought was momentarily derailed as his door opened and Maggie entered his office. Dammit, I told Karen I was on the phone.
The expression on Maggies face changed his attitude immediately. She was pale and wild-eyed, gripping her leather folio as though it were a lifeline and she was in danger of drowning in a storm-tossed sea. He frowned. Look, Dave, Ill have to call you back.
Replacing the phone, he crossed to her. Whats up, Mags?
She blinked a couple of times and licked her lips anxiously. I well its just
Come on, sit down, he said, guiding her to the black leather couch. He sat in a matching chair at an angle to her. Whats going on? he asked softly.