Zoe's jaw tightened, her brows furrowing a little. There was much she could say, and there was much she wouldn't say. She just didn't say anything, and continued the ride in silence.
Once the doors opened, she stepped out and started walking toward a door with her name on it. There was an "executive assistant" who looked up at the warrior woman; the two nodded, and the assistant handed over notes as Zoe passed. They had this down to a science.
Zoe led Jo into the office that was warm in colors but not so lived in. It was used, and there wasn't dust; but, it didn't feel as if she spent most of her time in this room.
"Have a seat, Ms. Harvelle." There were no tricks in the seating; her desk wasn't any larger than it needed to be. The furnishings were spartan without being too minimalist. Comfortable, useful, somewhat nice looking, but the very basics.