He goes behind her and reads over her shoulder what she has written. Kent comes back.
Kent. Shall I bring him up here?
Trebell looks up and for a moment stares at his secretary rather sharply, then speaks in a matter-of-fact voice.
Trebell. See him yourself, downstairs. Talk to him for five minutes ... find out what he wants. Tell him it will be as well for the next week or two if he can say he hasn't seen me.
Kent. Yes.
He goes. Trebell follows him to the door which he shuts. Then he turns to face Amy, who is tearing up the paper she wrote on.
Trebell. What is it?
Amy. [Her steady voice breaking, her carefully calculated control giving way.] Oh Henry ... Henry!
Trebell. Are you in trouble?
Amy. You'll hate me, but ... oh, it's brutal of you to have been away so long.