"Sure. What are you up for?"
"You pick."
"I haven't had sushi in a while."
Laurence wrinkled her nose. "Hmm. I've somehow managed to avoid sushi all these years. Well, I guess it's time I tried it."
"You'll love it," he said, escorting her out of his office. To his secretary Eileen, he said, "We're going next door for lunch."
They boarded the elevator. "I'm curious as to why the executive staff pulled together for a meeting this afternoon," Matthew said. "No one has indicated a problem or situation of any sort to me."
"Perhaps it's to congratulate you on the fact that the Joey II is shipping two months ahead of schedule, with thousands of orders waiting to be filled."
"Maybe," he said, without conviction. "But we usually don't call together an executive staff meeting without some prior notice. And I'm usually the one to call them."
They crossed the Wallaby parking lot and walked along the sidewalk. "Who did call this one?" she asked.
He stopped in his tracks, and looked at her. "You know, I don't know," he said with mild astonishment. "I hadn't thought about it until you just asked. I suppose it was Hank Towers."