Jonathan had received the message and had almost dismissed the driver without seeing him before deciding to head downstairs, pausing at the threshold between reception and the hallway to the administrative wing, raising an eyebrow at the man.
“Come to my office,” Jonathan snapped, his tones and eyes cool as he watched Jack over his glasses, before turning on his heel and heading back down the hall, his lab coat swirling neatly around him as he did.
He stuffed his hands into his pockets as he watched, fingering the mace sized canister of toxin, really wishing he could unload it on the man behind him, but knowing from...painful experience it would just backfire on him. “Took you long enough, I was growing restless,” he said, not looking at Jack as he spoke, turning a hall and heading for his office that was still bugged by youngest (and in Jonathan's opinion, most annoying) member of their threesome.