Too many questions - all of them driving her crazy. She watched the man leave the dining hall.

Shauna arrived in about five minutes. She looked disheveled, like in the last half hour she went to sleep in her suit, had a nightmare, thrashed around, then woke up and only had a minute to get herself looking properly again. Trish decided she didn’t want to know. She greeted the mentor silently.

Shauna gave her a long look; her gaze then lingered on Liv’s shoes. For a second her expression changed to that of pity. Then, she licked her lips and asked:

“Are you done with your lunch? Ready to continue?”

“Sure”, Trish said. “Do you know when Liv will be back, by any chance?”

“Maybe by 5 pm”, Shauna said. “That would be about usual. Otherwise, tomorrow at around lunchtime?”

“Do I… Do I need to call the doctors?”

“We have a team on site in case she gets herself injured”.

“What about the police?”

“We have a team on site in case she gets into trouble, too. 911 will automatically connect you to them”.

Trish’s eyes got wet.

“Don’t worry”, Shauna said. “You get used to it. Let’s go now”.

Resigned, Trish stood up and followed. On exiting the dining hall, they passed an entrance to a staircase, and for a moment she wondered if Bill went that way. That's probably not how Olivia imagined climbing the corporate ladder. But it might be the way here. Get shrunken, reject your humanity, let the higher-ups walk all over you. Support them as they rise to the top. The corporate dream. She wondered briefly if Mr. Hamilton had women serving him as insoles, too - and, if he did, whether those ladies believed they made it at his company.