She was nervous about confronting Van de Vliet, but she didn't know what she could say that wouldn't sound like an indictment. Still, she was damned well determined to do it.
If nothing else, it would provide a diversion.
She put away the files and walked out into the dim hallway, then made her way into the reception area.
"Everything all right, Grace?" she asked the nurse at the desk.
"My, you're working late," came the pleasant reply. "Quiet as a mouse around here. I guess it'll be even quieter when the clinical trials are finished. I mean, after the celebrating is over."
"Right." But they're not over, Ellen thought. And there may
not be a celebration. "I'm going down to sublevel one. Is Dr. Vee down there now?"
"I think he's in his office. Everybody else went out for a bite, probably that diner down the road. I think something's scheduled for later on. I don't know. Everybody looks kind of worried."
"Well, nobody has said anything to me." They don't need to, she thought. I saw the file.
She swiped her card through the security slot and got onto the elevator.