No - she is calm and sits.
"Mr Arkwright; the agenda please"
Arkwright flicks and shuffles and pulls a sheet out from the pile. "Paper, so much paper" he mumbles.
"Thank you, Mr Arkwright"
Bright room, dark furniture, striped suits and a grand view out of the giant window of the building that is part of the sky. Other buildings, as well, are part of the sky and below, a busy street. No time to look, though. Instead, a steely gaze at her. Their time, you see, is hers. She controls.