“Maybe next time.” Chances are, there wouldn’t be a next time.
“It was a pleasure, Ms. Potts.”
[There’s no denying that it’s suspicious, but there’s a clipboard in front of her before she can continue. In their concern, they’re asking if she’ll delay the lunch; if she’ll attend at all. ]
“––Yes, I’ll be right there.”
“I suppose we’ll see you at the lunch, Arthur.”
[ She smiles, and she’s careful to remember what she can for Happy. ]
“No, but they do usually lead interesting places. The media’s not creative enough to build a legend from scratch.”
“Don’t worry about me, I’m just waiting around. I think there’s a luncheon being held downstairs, but my ticket in likes to be an indeterminable amount of time late.”
Well, he’s right.
“If you’re off to the lunch, you’ll have to tell me about your friend. I’m sure we’ll have met –– one tries to keep an eye on all their staff.”
