Page 64 of Chaos has a Name
“A table they can eat or play cards at, a TV so they can keep up on the news—with satellite linkup to all news stations. Oh, and please ensure that MATE has access to the TV here. Ivan will need access.”
Vivian added it.
“And you want satellite hookup for news in here too? Not just your office?”
She nodded.
“Yes, please. It’s essential that all of us are up to date with issues in DC. Ivan updates me periodically when he knows I’m busy.”
Yeah, it wasn’t that.
It was because they were dealing with the Saint Michael of perpetual stress due to his ex-fiancé running his mouth in DC.
Unfortunately, news stories popped up every day about him.
Why?
Well, because Riley Cunningham couldn’t shut his pie hole.
“Because we work long hours, the men who are on protection duty tend to need a place to crash. Also, we’re big coffee drinkers. Stock it up. I survive on coffee and serial killers, apparently.”
Vivian would do just that. If that was what the boss wanted, that was what the boss would get.
“Yes, Elizabeth.”
Honestly, so far, Elizabeth wasn’t hating any of this. Vivian seemed efficient, pleasant, and as long as MATE found nothing tying her to a case, this might work out.
Her fingers were crossed.
“Now, we’ll see Callen’s space,” she suggested so everyone had their own space and could get acclimated.
“Follow me,” she offered.
Vivian led them toward the offices. Out in front of one, in the main area, was her desk. They saw Vivian’s name plate on the desk.
That basically meant the woman would be doing double and triple duty when it came to playing administrative assistant to all of them.
She wasn’t sure if the woman was brave, or a glutton for punishment.
Vivian pulled a keycard from her pocket.
“Your office is this one, Director Whitefox,” she offered, handing Callen the card to access it.
He tapped it, and headed in. It was once Elizabeth’s office when Ethan had been in charge here. It appeared they were just all shifting offices as some moved up and down the ladder.
Going in, it was almost the same as it once was for Elizabeth, except the color was different, and the bookshelves behind it were empty of family photos.
And mementos.
For now.
Oh, trust and believe that would change—but only once they figured out if they were staying or going.
It was still up in the air until Elizabeth could talk to Wyler.
“Welcome to your space,” Vivian said.
Callen looked around.
