Immensely relieved, Eowyn thanked him for holding the door and led him down the hallway into the cube farm, past chattering engineers and paper pushers like her. “About three years now. I started off as a receptionist and I’m now assistant to Mr. Lewis.” She always loathed putting it that way. Great. She’d worked her way up a level in three years. Yay her.
“I have to admit, Mr. Brandybuck, we’re all wondering what prompted you to come out west. Idle curiosity, but you know how it is. Everyone has theories. My favorite is that you got in an old time western duel and are on the run from the law.” She gave him a positively unprofessional grin, but she had the gut feeling he’d appreciate that a little more than toadying.