“Hello to you too, Marcus,” you think Thompson missed your sarcasm. He’s not even asking about your bandage.
“They should have sent in the cops as soon as the first tent went up,” Thompson says without preamble. He moves to your desk and begins unpacking the contents of his briefcase.
“The University of Alabama operates on a different set of rules than we do here at Faulkner,” you remind your single-minded colleague.
Thompson glances up to stare directly into your eyes, then withdraws a document and slides it in front of you. “The rules are exactly what I’m here to discuss, Olivia.”
“Of course,” you sigh.
Thompson taps an index finger on the document, ostensibly moving it closer to you, “We both know it’s just a matter of time before this insanity arrives on our doorstep. We need to be ready.”
That’s what Marcus needs. What do you need?