The black door initialed ‘C.E.O.’ opens to reveal Kelsey seated opposite Nicholson. She quietly listens as he goes on almost inaudibly. His lips move as he talks but Rita could barely make out his words from where she stood behind the door peeping in with an armful of manilla files impatiently waiting to be signalled in.
By the troubled expression on Kelsey’s face, the topic at hand seemed to be incredibly serious.
Yes? Come in….
Rita seemed to forget herself momentarily until Nicholson’s eyes shift towards her. Their eyes meet.
Are you just going to stand there?
I said come in.
She seemed to regain awareness as she squeezes her way through the door offering a nervous greeting which Nicholson seemed to disregard.
What can I do for you?