Diana arrived at eleven-fifteen Tuesday morning.No appointment — Celeste knew because the building's visitor log, which she had been checking since the first week, showed an unscheduled entry at 11:14. She knew because she heard, from somewhere near the elevator bank, the particular quality of the floor's response to a presence that outweighed its title. And she knew because when she looked up from her screen at 11:17 Diana Hale was passing the glass wall of her office.Diana did not stop walking. She was moving toward the reception desk at the corridor's end, presumably to have someone call Marcus. Celeste tracked her passage the way she tracked everything — peripherally, without turning her head, noting the trajectory and the pace and the quality of attention Diana was paying to the office rather than the corridor.Diana saw the nameplate.She saw it in the way of someone who had anticipated it and was confirming rather than discovering. One fractional pause — not long enough to be
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