“Samuel Evans for Rachel Hudson.” Sam said, a hint of a grin on his full lips. “She’ll be right with you Mr. Evans. Can I offer you anything, coffee -tea? You may have a seat if you’d like.” The receptionist said, gesturing to the seats on her left.  “Nothing for me, thanks.” He said, easily. Striding over he unbuttoned his jacket before, easing himself into the soft leather arm chair. Tapping his foot lightly, he checked his watch.  He had several other meetings after this one and didn’t want to get off schedule.