Charls never used the creamer, at least not in the recent years, so he passed it on without ceremony at all. The machine he'd occupied was making its final grunts, coffee dripping its last into his mug from the tip as he opened drawers and brought out a small plate and a slender spoon to accompany his drink with.
And that was it, his business in the lounge was done. He would have completely ignored Eleanor had he not turned to her direction and seen her figure standing by her own cup. It took him exactly a second to recognize her, and when he did, he greeted her with a, "Ms. Kadison. We've been expecting you in the IT room since this morning." As if 9AM was no longer the morning.