“Yes, I’m aware. I also wish to assure you that I had no idea that they were armed with a firearm.”
“Just the one, no less, very curious, no? And why did no one reclaim their belongings?”
“I don’t want to discuss this over the phone. I’m on my way out the door. Expect me at your office in about an hour and a half. Traffic is a bitch this of day.”
“Fine,” Ishmael said, his tone betraying his impatience. “I’ll let Ollie know to expect you. I’ll have food sent up.”
“Yeah, okay,” the other man sighed, realising he was not going to be allowed to drop by, say his piece, and then dash off. “I really like the duck.”
“Duck it is, then.” Ishmael hung up without so much as a good-bye. He got up from his desk and opened the door to his office to let Ollie know to make the arrangements for the pending visit.
“Got it, sir,” Ollie assured him.
Ishmael ran a hand through his hair, knowing the day had taken a toll on his appearance. He couldn’t meet the agent or face the rest of his staff looking less in control. “I’m going to run upstairs and change,” he said. “I should be back before he gets here.”
“Understood. And, sir? I’m sorry he used my phone-”
“Stop right there. That was beyond your control. After you call Michel and security about our guest, ring Ezra down in ops. Tell him I want the office made off-limits to anyone except myself and you before eight in the morning and after six in the evening.”
Ollie looked at him in surprise. “Not even to Ezra?”
“Not even to Ezra,” he affirmed grimly. “There’s no reason for anyone else to be in here without either of us. None whatsoever.”
“Understood,” Ollie said softly, picking up the phone and calling down to Deluxious.
Ishmael left. He had a meeting to prepare for.
