“Do you want me to send her away?” Hannah asks, alarmed at my expression.
“Um, no. Where is she?”
“In reception. She’s not alone. She’s accompanied by another young woman.”
“And Miss Prescott wants to talk to you,” Hannah adds.
I’m sure she does. “Send her in.”
Hannah stands aside, and Prescott enters my office. She’s on a mission, bristling with professional efficiency.
“Give me a moment, Hannah. Prescott, take a seat.”
Hannah closes the door, leaving Prescott and me alone.
“Mrs. Grey, Leila Williams is on your proscribed list of visitors.”
“What?” I have a proscribed list?
“On our watch list, ma’am. Taylor and Welch have been quite specific about not letting her come into contact with you.”
I frown, not understanding. “Is she dangerous?”
“I can’t say, ma’am.”
“Why do I even know that she’s here?”
Prescott swallows and for a moment looks awkward. “I was on a restroom break. She came in, spoke directly to Claire, and Claire called Hannah.”
“Oh. I see.” I realize that even Prescott has to pee, and I laugh. “Oh dear.”