Lydia stares after the tall, roguish figure with a disbelieving smile etched on her face. She shakes her head and sighs, returning to taking messages and directing incoming calls.<br/><br/>"...Hello?! Miss Cassidy, get me on the line with Adam Harkiss, Now!"<br/><br/>The voice on the other line causes the color to bleed from my face. I jump to my feet and run to the office door, knocking twice before entering, my cheeks flushed.<br/><br/>"Mr. Harkiss, Mr. Jackson's on the line," I glance at you before continuing, blushing darker. "He sounds upset, sir."<br/><br/>Adam Harkiss blanches, wiping a handkerchief under his receding hairline and nervously picking up the phone. A loud buzz, indicating shouting, emanates from the receiver. Harkiss winces and leans away from it, stuttering excuses every few moments. He gives me an impatient gesture, mouthing<em>lunch</em>to me and glancing at you.<br/><br/>Understanding, I open the door wide and gesture for you to precede me, glad to have been dismissed early.