Friday afternoon.
Irene Morton found Asher Land in his office.
"Brother Asher, my father is coming here tomorrow. If you have time..." Irene stood in front of his desk, speaking softly.
"I'll ask Robert Williams to go with you." He looked down at the file in his hand without lifting his head.
"Why can't you come with me? It won't take long to get to the airport." Irene bent down, snatched the file he was reading, closed it, and tossed it aside.
Asher Land was somewhat displeased with Irene's action.
"I have to work overtime tomorrow, I don't have the time."
"You're lying!" Irene seemed prepared for his evasive answer, "I asked your secretary, you have no schedule tomorrow."
"I don't want to argue with you." Asher Land knew that if they continued to stalemate like this, another quarrel might erupt. He stood up and fastened the two buttons on his shirt that he'd casually undone, intending to walk out the door.
