 Finally, 14 minutes late, the door to the inner office opens. Four or five high-ranked foundationers spill out, carrying laptops or briefcases. As a group, they head straight past reception and out to cars which are waiting. Marion recognizes a few of the faces. The Site-19 Site Director, the head recruiter for Western Europe. None of them glance in her direction. Once they're gone, O5-8's assistant pokes his head around the door. He's 20-something, improbably youthful, like a teenager stuffed into one of his dad's business shirts. His haircut is barely regulation. In one hand, he holds a tablet computer, showing his boss's day planner. It's packed. The man evidently does not sleep. Marion, you can come through now.