The clock on the wall shows just past eight a.m. as Amy strides into her outer office, and she immediately realizes she’s just in time to get into a situation. A black-suited man wearing KFK ID is growling something about not having all day. Amy’s personal aide Laurena is looking back and forth across her desk, brushing at her eyes first with one hand, then the other, then leaning forward, both hands abruptly covering her face.