“I heard he’s been held prisoner in his house by some crazed stalker,” Thompson said.
“Well,” replied Sheila, “Jackson, the mailroom supervisor, said that when he had to send him a package, the courier had to deliver it to an office here in town. Apparently, something’s going on out there that he or somebody doesn’t want people to see.” Momentarily a nervous-looking young man turned away from the window where he’d been steadily keeping vigil.
“Anything yet, Tom?” Sheila asked him.
“No, nothing yet.” He sighed. “What’s the big deal, anyway? If Ted wants to have a meeting, he could have done a teleconference like he’s done before.”
“Well,” Sheila replied, “maybe he’s gotten wind of the recent grumbling around here and decided to make a change.”