Heading down the elevator, Dominik knew that he was running just a little late. Hey, it wasn't his fault that the chopper ran into a storm on the way back. When the doors opened, Dominik walked briskly down the hallway towards the main briefing room. Arriving at the secretary's office, he stopped at the desk. "Is the Director ready, madame?" Kappa asked with a bit of charm.
"Yes he is, Kappa. In fact, you're running a bit late, don't you think?" she replied a bit matter of fact.
"Hey, I can't control the weather. If I could, though, I certainly wouldn't be here."
Smiling at Kappa, Mrs. Jones then said, "Go on in, sir."
Turning around, Kappa then entered the room.
See the struggle of the faithless lot as they negate their time
How low to sink to the depths of their frame of mind