A sales call

Late that morning Meghan taps on your door and enters, walking to stand in front of your desk.

"There's a lady here to see you sir. She says you met this morning. I told her you're very busy, but she asked me to bring her card in." She places the card in front of you and you read the name, Faye Erickson. Smiling to yourself you pick it up and tap it on the desk, remembering the woman who caught you fucking Amanda in the stairwell earlier.

"I think I can spare a few minutes. Ask Ms. Erickson to come in."