It was 9.31 am when the first footsteps could be heard along the corridor. The young man at the desk rolled his eyes at the prospect of having to wait for this decidedly slow messenger.
'Come in,' he said before they had knocked and he had a little self satisfaction to see they looked a little surprised when pushing open the door. Much as they were a nuisance, the interns were at times, entertaining. A quick quirk of the cheek muscle told him, however, he had been wrong. It was not surprise. It was worry.
"Sir."
"Yes, what is it," Mycroft asked briskly.
"There was a call, for you-"
"Cancel everything, send for the car."
"Yes Sir."