An uncomfortable silence fell over the office, though Shana seemed to be the only one troubled by it.
She stood several steps from Ulrich's desk, uncertain whether she should approach or wait until he acknowledged her. He continued writing, his attention fixed on the document before him. The scratch of his pen sounded unusually clear in the quiet room, and Shana found herself listening to each pause as though it might mean he had finished.
He raised his eyes briefly.
One brow lifted at the sight of her clothes. She had come in something closer to sleepwear than the gown she wore during the day. It was late, however, and she might already have been preparing for bed when she remembered his summons. Perhaps she had hurried here without thinking to change.
Ulrich saw little reason to question it, though he found the sleepwear perhaps a bit odd, if not say daring.
"Close the door," he said, lowering his gaze to the page again.
Shana stiffened.
