Owen was late to the meeting, but that had been because he hadn't made much attention to the network after the initial post from Them. He'd been wandering the house, trying to figure out who else was sick, and what needed to be done. There was a fucking tree in the pool. Some shingles on the roof had been torn off in the storm. He had no doubt They would want them repaired, along with the hole in his own wall, and who knew what else.
He slipped into the back, eyes scanning the room, trying to figure out who was there, who was missing, and their names. Owen decided to remain silent for the time being until he got caught up on what was going on, and who was doing what. Cecilia would probably be happy if he came back with some kind of game plan. Some knowledge that people were doing fine without her delegating work.