Sharon walked along the corridor, idly admiring the view from up here and remembering the last time she was in one of these. Whether or not that was good was waiting for a verdict...
So far she hadn't met any big players, and mercifully no Hill, and she was slowly beginning to unwind. A hunched man in a never pressed suit looked familiar and she made a quick side trip.
"Coffee, black, bitter and strong to rise the dead, if I remember correctly?" She put the saucer down on the last area not covered with paper.