Which brought something else up from his subconscious. Something which had been tugging at him.
At the office, Irene Day was packing her things as he entered. Packing as though she was leaving for good.
“What goes on?” Larry growled. “I'm going to be needing you. Things are coming to a head.”
She said, a bit snippishly, Larry thought, “Miss Polk, in the Boss' office, said for you to see her as soon as you came in, Mr. Woolford.”
“Oh?”
He made his way to LaVerne's office, his attention actually on the ideas churning in his mind.
She looked up when he entered.
Larry said, “The Boss wanted to see me?”
LaVerne ducked her head, as though embarrassed. “Not exactly, Larry.”
He gestured with his thumb in the direction of his own cubicle office. “Irene just said you wanted me.”