Rachel was on her feet behind her desk when the pair walked in. She gave them a pleasant smile.

"Welcome, Miss Sterling. Please, come in and have a seat." She gestured to plush yet comfortable chairs in front of her desk.

"Thanks for showing her in, Doug. I'll see you at dinner." He got a mental wink and a telekinetic butt grab for his fine job escorting. Sometimes, Rachel's outwardly professional facade was just a facade.