"No, thank you, Douglas. I appreciate you staying behind to finish things up. If you have any questions, call me." Her heels clicked along the marble floor as she crossed to the desk. She ignore whatever the human was saying as she took the slips of paper messages. She rode the elevator up and sorted through: personal RSVPs to the opening. She smiled.
Pam strolled through her room door. She dropped her briefcase onto the couch and the messages with cell phone on the coffee table. From her finger, she dangled a brown paper bag. She walked into bedroom. "John. Come out, come out, where ever you are!"