Joan walked up to the executive offices at the hospital, but it was quiet.
She walked down the hall a short distance, not sure if she was really supposed to be here alone. Finally, she found a reception desk, with a young woman who was apparently so bored she was sitting with a ball of yarn, knitting something.
"Excuse me," Joan began.
"They're at a meeting across town," the receptionist told her, as if she expected the question, barely looking up.
"Really?" Joan sighed, checking her schedule book again. "Can you tell them I was here?"
"What's your name, ma'am?"