A voice is heard in the background, but what is said cannot be heard.
Please excuse me for a minute.
The young women closes the door. Through the door a conversation can be heard, but the words cannot be made out. After a minute, the door opens fully. The young women stands there politely but is clearly agitated.
Please come in and sit at the table. My...uhm....Mr. White will be with you in a minute.
The two enter. The young women closes the door and heads up the stairs to the second floor.
After a minute, Mr. White comes from a backroom with a cup of coffee and a flask. He sits down at the table, pouring some whiskey into the coffee. He takes a sip and looks at Ellen and Jack
Ellen, Jack, what can I do for you? This isn't exactly what I would call an expected visit.