His more hard-news colleagues would have been frantic, wanting to get the scoop, but he didn't even look back over his shoulder as he went inside. We walked up the stairs in silence, the reality of what had happened settling on me. We'd been having a mostly pleasant holiday event filled with the generosity and cheer of the season, until it had suddenly been overshadowed by death and the reminder that "peace on earth and goodwill toward men" was as much of an unachievable goal as my own pursuit of perfection. At the top of the stairs, Matt continued on to the boardroom to the right, while I turned left. I passed the restroom and the employees' break room on the way to Gil's office suite to check on Stefan and Sunny. Gil was in the outer waiting room, with her back to me, staring thoughtfully at her own private office's closed door. "How are they?" I asked her. She started and turned around. "As well as can be expected, I suppose." "How about you? You look…" I was used to Gil being essentially unfazeable, capable of handling any emergency the museum or, more often, its board of directors threw at her.
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