The chairman's assistant led James down a hallway with frosted glass walls and closed office doors, and they stopped at the third door on the right. She knocked once and opened it without waiting for a response.
"Director O'Shea," she said. "James Ganner."
James entered and found himself in a large but not ornate office. A wide desk sat near floor-to-ceiling windows that showed the Dublin skyline and part of the Tower in the distance. O'Shea sat behind the desk with Niamh nearby, both already waiting.
O'Shea looked up when James entered and gestured to the chair across from him. "Sit."
James sat down and waited.
O'Shea leaned back in his chair and studied James for a moment. "I assume this visit is about Floor 9."
"Yes," James said.
O'Shea's expression didn't change. "Do you know how to clear it?"
James met his eyes. "I'm not sure, but I have a theory."
"Theory." O'Shea repeated the word without inflection. "Three teams are dead and you have a theory."
