Catherine's mind raced as she left the apartment building and stepped into the glaring of July sun. She leaned against the hot metal of the car and closed her eyes, trying to sort through everything she knew about the company.
"Umm, Mrs. Sean, are you okay?" Geoffrey asked.
"I'm fine," she answered. "Just thinking."
"Would you mind thinking inside the car?" Geoffrey asked. "It's in the middle of the street, and I'd rather not get a ticket."
"Alright," Catherine sighed. "Can you circle the block while I think?"
"I think I should take you home, Mrs. Blair," Geoffrey said. "You don't look well."
"No, I have to run other errands," she said.
"Where to?" Geoffrey asked.
"That's what I don't know," she said.
