Chapter 71
It helped that she had a shelf of classic science fiction novels in the office. Definitely a promising sign.
More noise happened, and then silence, the sort of heavy textured respect that landed when a mythical figure appeared.
They all turned; Sir Laurence and George Forrest had arrived at the same time, stepped onto the red carpet together, stared at each other, and paused as if processing the other’s existence. Laurie, slim and sophisticated and old-fashioned, made a gesture suggesting George go ahead; George—who cleaned up nicely, bristling moustache and all—regarded legendary Hollywood elegance as if confronted with an alien species. Laurie did a quizzical head-tilt.
“Oh dear,” Colby said. “Should I help?”
“No,” Jason said. “Give them a sec.”