“—right, I heard you the FIRST time, Donovan, and this will be the last and final time I say no. Do you understand?”
The soft swoosh of her door opening, assistant standing alongside Dr. Simmons, clipboard pressed to her chest. Maria waves them inward and the secretary ushers Jemma forward before vanishing quickly behind the same quiet huff of the doorway.
On the speakerphone there’s indeterminate mumbling, which the Director takes for the best answer she’s going to get. “Good,” she chirps, overly cheerful, before jabbing the speaker button and ending the call. “Sorry, Agent Simmons,” she sighs, pushing back from the desk.
“Please- take a seat.”