"We wrapped a tight staff of bodyguards around us, and they've all learned how to multitask," Brian said. "Its become one of those necessary evils. In this business you do learn to take advantage of every moment to take care of family in between the crises. And for the last two years, its been little more than one crisis after another."
"You can say that again," Khaat said. Her father came back.
"Records room has not even been discovered," Robert said. "The enchantments have held. Clearly it was geared to root you out. When the hell did you get an owl?"
"When I went up to see Angus," she said. "There was an owl at the bedroom window."
"Your room, of course," he presumed.
"Yes."
"And it never occured to you to bring that message to me, did it?"
"No," she said. "My hospital, my responsibility."
"Of course it is," he said, sorely tempted to remind her that he was chief of staff and the responsibility did not rest squarely on her. Instead, he had resorted to sarcasm to send his message. "Take her home, Brian," Robert said. "I will finish things here."
"Yes, Sir," Brian responded. He took off his winter coat and wrapped it around Khaat and nodded a farewell to Cummings and apparated her out before Cummings had had a chance to respond. Robert hadn't been happy, and Brian didn't feel like pushing it.
Robert looked at Cummings. "I think I'll take a walk downstairs. Care to come along and brief me?"