Figure In The Flickering Lights.

An hour, or perhaps two, had passed since her last call with Jake. Amara was so engrossed in the work she had been handling that she momentarily forgot all about her recent trouble and missed two calls from Duncan. Fortunately, she was able to answer the phone on the third call. “Duncan? Are you here yet?” She questioned, leaning back in her chair and taking her eyes off the paper. “Yes, madam, I’m downstairs with Mr. Mano, shall I escort him to your office-“ “No,” Amara cut him off before he could finish. Rather than her office, she wanted them to discuss things in the cafeteria where the entire discussion wouldn’t be so stuffy and serious and perhaps she’d be able to grab herself a nice cup of coffee during their chat. “Take him to the cafeteria, I’ll meet you both there.” “Alright, Ma’am.” Duncan replied and the line went dead. Amara sighed, placing her phone aside and running a hand through her hair, mentally preparing herself for the conversation ahead. She really hoped Jake won’t