Who: Lindsey McDonald and Narcissa Malfoy What: The meeting set up here. When: It's a Tuesday and it's at 11 a.m. Where: Wolfram and Hart Rating: TBD
The conversation may have started on the boards but it was one that Lindsey was more to continue in a setting that didn't involve a monitor and keyboard. While he occassionally held conversations over the boards or looked for helpful information willingly let slip, more in depth conversations didn't hold up as well. He assumed it had to do with the lack of body language to read, the inflections in tones, and the rest of the little tells that went into reading.
The meeting Charlie had held had taken place back some time ago. If he remembered correctly, he'd been in Italy at that time for a project meeting. But she'd filled him in on the attendees, who was who, who said what. A few had disappeared since then but he faintly remembered the others, most of whom had gone on to do their own things.
He'd kept the time open on his schedule with instructions to send Narcissa his way as soon as she arrived, both doors to his office wide open as he worked to clean up a few of the case files he'd left lying over his desk.