Geoffrey was just driving off in his ridiculous car, his two security boys lurking at the entrance, when I rejoined Jill. She didn't say anything about the long and clearly arduous conversation she'd endured, but from the curt way she waved off my evidence she was struggling to maintain her composure.
"Just take it to the doc," she grumbled before marching off. To where? Only Jill knew.
Got it. Doing my job and staying out of her way.
I took a moment to reinforce Liz's power move and waved cheerily at the black-clad mercenary on my left when I walked out, the best I could do and about one step back from flashing him a very rude gesture that involved my middle finger. Would likely have undermined what the FBI agent had done for me. Besides, it was much more satisfying to be happy in the face of his scowling than angry, and generated the furious flash of frustration I was hoping for.
Nice to know someone else was suffering along with me.