Among the well dressed individuals of the lower floor walked a man, small in stature with relatively causal clothing--classy, well fitting dark jeans and a layered long-sleeved t shirt, closely cut brown hair, and stylish, green and black-framed glasses over his intelligent looking brown eyes. He was unassuming and looked probably like someone who ran errands, or maybe answered phones, perhaps dealt with paperwork. With black coffee in hand, the man in his late-forties walked smoothly across the lobby and straight towards Meredith.
"Meredith?" He didn't have to ask; he already knew. Dominic was very thorough in his description of the woman. Still, he liked to be polite. Without introducing himself, he motioned for her to rise and follow him. "Come on up this way, if you will." He smiled softly and led her to a neat, spacious elevator that seemed only lightly used and required a hand-scan before the doors would shut and the metal box would lift. "And how are you this morning?" he asked politely and seemingly in earnest. "Much drier than last night, I hope?" He chuckled softly. "Dominic came back soaked--i hope he was gentleman enough to at least attempt to keep you out of the rain. My apologies if he wasn't." The elevator stopped rising and the doors opened to a spotless white-linoleum floor and the desk of a receptionist; to the left was a separate elevator with an eye scan and hand-scan and the door was unmarked.
"This way," he told her, guiding Meredith down the hall and to a door with a plaque that read, "Dr. Norman J. Caldwell" before pushing open the door. Inside, the spacious office held three patrons: one, a blonde with black glasses resting on his nose who wore jeans and a sweatshirt, another, a short mulatto woman with a spray of curly hair tucked carefully under a red headband who sported skinny jeans, ballet flats and a casual blouse, and the third, who was spinning around in the padded office chair behind the one desk was obviously Dominic, though this time instead of wearing dress-attire, he, too, wore casual clothes.
"Dominic Richards, get out of my bloody chair!" The shorter man growled, snapping his fingers like an angry parent. Dom skidded to a halt, flashed Norman a guilty look and hurried to a more stationary chair across the room.
"G'morning Meredith," he said, grinning. "Didn't recognize you without your hair clinging to your face. ha!"
"Silence, Dominic. Pardon my manners, I never introduced myself. Norman James Caldwell." Out went a soft, smooth hand, though the smile on his face was shallow and thin. "This is the team; Jesse Ardstrom," the blonde waved quietly, "is in charge of tech in many departments, but primarily he focuses on the boys' equipment. Aleah Johannes, alongside myself, handles medical aspects of our operations and works exclusively with Ace and Dominic. If at any time during your operation, a physical misfortune befalls you, be it injury or illness, one of us will handle it. And...of course, you know Dominic--tactical frontman, Ace's former partner, and your best source for any questions regarding Ace or his behaviors. That much, however, i'm sure you know. First off, some notes before we get into the plan of action. While i can't tell you everything, i can tell you that both Dominic and Ace have been surgically modified and fitted with expensive 'equipment'. This equipment allows them to do many things, primarily, it enhances their senses. You may not, at any time, ask what the equipment is. You may not ask it's purpose." Norman's tone was dead serious as he said this, unwavering brown eyes drilling into Meredith's. "The moment you begin pushing for those answers is the moment you will find yourself unemployed and without the protection of the company. Just to be clear."
Aleah, with her soft and seemingly gentle voice, chimed in. "We're pretty sure his equipment is damaged. He has an injury to his arm, but we need you to find out if he has any head injuries and to what extent. I'm sure with your previous job, you have some basic medical experience--enough to know if he's concussed or not?"
"That's the other thing," Jesse added. "Watch his head. And keep a careful eye on him--if he starts to go downhill, meaning, he forgets more things, his senses dull, or anything....unusual, do whatever it takes to bring him in. Honestly, anything it takes. If you don't, he possibly could die. So...keep an eye out."
Dominic spoke next. "Definitely that. Oh, and another thing, any time you come in contact with anone or anything affiliated with the company--physical contact, i mean--get to a shower as fast as you can, wash your clothes, and use a heavily scented shampoo and soap. You know, herbal essences and suave or something. it's like throwing off a bloodhound. Just stay away from Dove products."
Norman nodded as he took a seat in his desk chair, looking surprisingly regal considering how small he was. The smile he gave Meredith was genuine and warm; Sometimes, at least in Dominic's eyes, it seemed like Norman would flash between cold and indifferent and warm and gentle. Honestly, the man was both, depending on the situation and the day. "This may be a lot for you to take in--my apologies. Previously we discussed you perhaps taking on a role from his former life, but after the events of the last few days, i wonder if that would be the best plan. So instead, you'll be posing as his fiance. Or serious girlfriend, your choice."
Dominic shamelessly began laughing; Aleah's lips pursed embarrassingly together and Jesse hid a smirk.