From the path outside the administration building he could see the back of Levison’s couch on the second floor. Was the meeting over? Levison was shaking hands with someone; Griffin couldn’t see who it was. He knew he was watching the end of his job. He debated whether he should go to his office or return to the screening room he’d just left. He could use the phone there to call Jan, his secretary, for messages. If he went straight to his office, he would pass Levison’s, and he didn’t want Celia, Levison’s secretary to see him in this moment of shame. Well it is shame, he thought. He stared at the notebook in his hands and hated Levison for putting it there. Levison had asked him to watch the directing debut of a British producer, an old friend. And out of respect for Levison and his friendships, Griffin had made a careful assessment of the film, since Levison said he hadn’t time to see it before a meeting with the director. Did Levison really care about the film or his old friend?
