Page 63 of Chaos has a Name
Doubt.
“Show us Callen’s office,” she stated, ignoring the rest since she didn’t want to get annoyed first thing.
Together, they went around the other way, and toward Director Whitefox’s office. They passed through the coffee lounge, that had once been their favorite place to meet to have some coffee and meetings.
Then, it hit her.
She knew what needed to be done.
“Who uses this space?” Elizabeth asked.
Vivian explained.
“Mostly the staff on this floor. Before your arrival, it was mostly for the two directors, their secretarial staff, and that’s about all. Now, it will be all of you, and then me. Is there a situation?”
Oh, there was.
She needed to find a home for her bodyguards. They spent a lot of time sitting around, waiting on them.
“I ride with a pack of Marines,” she admitted. “They need a space. Since the only ones using this lounge will be us, can we make some changes in here for them?”
Vivian flipped to a screen where she could make notes for the changes. Since she’d been told by Axelle to accommodate the deputy director, she could absolutely do that.
“Fire away, Director.”
Elizabeth did.
“I want two doors. One on each access point. Ivan, who you will be meeting at some point, is in charge of my safety. We have a rotating supply of security. They need a base, or they tend to pop out and make people nervous.”
Vivian was making notes as the woman talked. Elizabeth was walking around, surveying the space to make it as comfortable for them as possible.
She pointed.
“I need a full-size refrigerator put in here, and have it stocked. They eat a lot.”
Callen handed her a card. It was one of their credit cards. Then, he explained.
“Anything they need, or we need, please charge to this account. I’ll email you a list of coffee we favor, and things to stock in the fridge. We don’t use the taxpayers’ money for our necessities. We supply our own.”
Vivian took the black, metal card, and scanned it with the tablet before handing it back to him.
“It’s captured and added to the account. I’ll delete the FBI company card.”
She nodded.
“Yes, please do. We are accustomed to making sure the Marines are fed, and our needs are taken care of too. They like a comfortable couch and chairs. Keep the receipts for us.”
That worked for Vivian.
She was back to making notes to make sure she didn’t miss a thing.
“Oh, and if Doctor Leonard needs any equipment, we’ll clear it ourselves. We don’t use FBI money for those things either. He’s going to want to restockAutopsy Onewith the equipment he prefers.”
She made more notes.
“What else do you want in here?” she asked, drawing out a map of the room.
That was simple.
