The intercom buzzed just as Arianne thought about leaving the office early.
She had been looking at a projection she already understood while her fingers rested on the trackpad without moving. The spreadsheet filled her screen, and the cursor sat on a cell she had already checked.
"Ms. Summers?" the receptionist's voice came through the intercom speaker positioned near the door.
"There is a courier downstairs. Certified delivery. He says it requires your signature."
"At this time?" she asked, glancing at the wall clock above the bookshelf.
"Yes."
"From whom?" Arianne was not expecting to receive any mail recently.
"He did not specify."
She considered declining it until morning.
Then she did not.
"Send him up."
While she waited, she closed the file she had been reviewing and minimized the remaining windows on her screen. The office felt slightly too quiet; the hum of the air conditioning was the only consistent sound.
