Paul was studying one of his encrypted files when his cell buzzed upon the desk next to him.  He looked at the Caller ID and smiled, tapping a finger to the screen and saying with delight, "Oh good, you're still speaking to me."

[color=007236]"Well Hello."[/color]

He could tell in Kat's tone that she hadn't expected him to answer.  She thanked him for the flowers and the check, to which Paul quickly clarified, "Well, I only delivered the check.  The thanks should go to the man whose cash provided for it, though ... unfortunately, he prefers to remain anonymous so--"  Paul chuckled.  "So maybe I should have taken the credit after all ... claimed I sold the old T-bird for a butt load of money."

He laughed again at his rather crude description, then engaged Kat in a conversation about the previous evening, being sure she understood that the joy of which he'd partaken was due exclusively to her company.  Then, just as he was discussing some dinner options with her, Paul noticed a bit of hesitance from his conversation partner.  His first instinct was that maybe Kat was rethinking dinner with him.  He couldn't know that Kat's assistant had set a laptop on her boss's desk, showing the Boston Herald's online home page which was dominated by the article of the death of Carlton James.