Greeting his staff with a raised elbow, Hunter nodded a few hellos, as well. Blake was on the phone as Hunter walked past his office. Inclining his head, he summoned his receptionist, Rona, who despite her tender years, acted more like the firm’s den mother. She scurried from her seat and met him at his office door. “Goodness, Hunter,” Rona chided, grabbing the coffee cup and newspaper dangling from his hand. “Let me get that.” Hunter took the bagel out of his mouth, “Thanks.” He unsteadily set his briefcase down on the desk. Rona disappeared and returned immediately with a coaster for his coffee, a notepad and a pen. “Do you need a moment before we start?” She caught the briefcase before it tumbled to the floor, dropping her pen and pad in the process. “Settle down and eat your breakfast. I’ll be back in ten minutes. Let me know if you need anything.” Hunter plopped in his chair and acknowledged her with a nod.
