"Mycroft I hear you are having a bit of family trouble." Mrs. Smallwood flashed her well practiced look of concern. Mycroft was never fooled by the ice queen, her only weakness had committed suicide some time ago.
Mycroft identified the excited gleam in the woman's schooled expression, only an expert observer such as he would catch any flaws in her icy countenance. There was an edge of anger there and something else, something close to haughty reassurance.
"Did you?" Mycroft hated redundant questions, but it was polite society and certain rules needed to be followed.
"That brother of yours he can be quite the whirlwind. I do hope he is alright. After all he did for my family." Her voice dropped low, and her eyes narrowed on something just behind Mycroft. "I guess we all have our crosses to bear. It's too bad that those closest to us can't keep themselves out of the spotlight. It's worse for you I'm sure. Once an addict-"
"Mrs. Smallwood if this meeting is over I do have pressing issues."
"The board will wish to speak to regarding the incident earlier."
Mycroft held his anger in check, he continued to look unconcerned. With a slight bow he spoke, "Yes, of course. It wouldn't do to keep them waiting. Please lead the way to the boardroom."