The meeting was in the conference room on the third floor. It had started at two. At three-thirty the director was still on the second-to-last slide, and somewhere in the last fifteen minutes she had mentioned "restructuring" twice without making eye contact with anyone specifically. He was watching her face. He was watching who she looked at when she said certain words. The pie chart on the slide no longer mattered. His coffee cup had been empty for an hour. Every time she opened her mouth he tried to guess what was coming next. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears.
