Jazz looked carefully between Spencer and George and decided that perhaps just now wasn't the best time to be working on the redesign for Ms. Billings' wedding bands. She got the feeling the forth coming conversation, since both her boss and one of his influential colleagues had decided to find themselves in her office, was going to deserve more than the third of her brain she could offer while sketching.
She closed the pad she was working with and moved to slip it into it's usual drawer.
And George leaned suddenly in his seat as if to reach out and stop her. "Leave it, please," he encouraged with that sly smile again. "After all that's why we're here."
Jazz blinked, furrowed her brow at Spencer uncertainly, but, after a beat, did as requested and returned the pad to her desk.