Nivea stepped inside the meeting room with Max's obvious approval and seated herself at the table. "I am Nivea." She then returned taking out her notebook.
"I assumed as much," Max said under his breath. He was about to close the door when he spotted Jaxson. "Here comes the man of the hour," he said louder, to alert Nivea.
Jaxson slowed as he neared. He prepared to say something but stopped. Excuses wouldn't be of little help, he figured. Max let him in and he took a seat at the opposite end of the table as Nivea.
Max closed the door after checking to make sure no one else was in the hall then resumed his previous seat. He didn't say anything at first, but simply observed the latecomer, who probably wasn't aware of the bloodstains across his shirt. Max cocked his head sideways and gave him a confused look, trying to place where Jaxson could of been.