The Waiting Game

Wyatt sat on the edge of the leather sofa in the third-floor reception lounge. Outside the pristine glass wall, a procession of high-ranking executives moved swiftly down the corridor, their polished shoes clicking against the cold marble floor.

"Is that Mr. Caldwell?" Wyatt asked.

Rhonda glanced at the passing group. "Yes, Mr. Caldwell is on his way to a board meeting."

Wyatt lowered his porc