Tomorrow.
Ten minutes to nine, and Gloria put her beret away, reached for the first folder—and froze.
A second later the door opened. Gloria looked up and smiled helpfully. "Mrs. Wladek," she said. "Is there anything I can do for you? This isn't your day for—"
"It is not my day," Mrs. Wladek said. She closed the door behind her. "This, I know. But I am here. Does this mean anything to you?"
Gloria forced her face to remain expressionless. "Can I help you in any way?" she said. "Is there anything I can do?"
"You?" Mrs. Wladek barked. "You have done enough. I am not here to see you. But your supervisor, your boss—him, I will see."
"My supervisor?" Gloria looked round. "He isn't here yet."
"He will be here later?"