Silas Rook

The hall door opens. Stops two steps inside, taking in the scene with the same attention he gives a score at first read.

eyes go to the folder in your hands. The silence of a large empty room at night.

That folder was in the second stack.

Not an accusation. A fact, delivered in the register he uses to correct an entrance in rehearsal.

I would ask how much you've read, but I think the answer is apparent. So.

exhales once, quietly

What would you like to do with what you know?