[She glances around the top perimeter of the room; Tim managed to book a conference room with no security cameras.

Good.]

Oh, I'm fucking peachy.

[She slides her papers to the side, leaning forward.]

Or, at least, I was, until I got called in last week and told I had to babysit a man-child of a client. But there you go, you bought my time, Mr. Emerson. I was already going to be overpaying you with my time and patience, now it's just closer to an equitable exchange.