lace, a gust of cloying, sweet perfume announcing her arrival before she did. She was wearing a dress that was completely unp

nd deeply ethical man named Mr. Davies. Mr. Davies was a long-time

interrupting their conversati

olding up a cup. She completely ignored Mr. Davies

, a man who valued professionalism above all else, ra

ht smile. "This is Mr. Davies. W

ismissive smile. "Oh, hi. Don't worry, I won't be long.

he West Wing conference room. An accountant, a woman n

enderson can't breathe!

scalated. The low-level eme

ea near the conference rooms. "I need to g

, didn't move. She took a slow, deliberate sip of her own latte

ah said, her voice frant

in. "Calm down. You're making a scene.

," Sarah insisted, try

er again. "And I need you to lower y

tentially dying just a few feet away, and Chloe's only conce

rated. The conflict was stark: a person trying to render aid versus a

her back on Sarah and looked pleadingly at Mar

go away. She's

tionship to escape any responsibility for her own bad behavior. In the past

His expression was now one of

s it. The nexus point. This was the moment where Chloe's character, and Mark's,