Milton approaches the desk, taking in Samantha with a bland smile.
"Good evening, Ms." he checks her name tag and happily finds that this is, indeed, the very person he'd hoped to find, "Ward." He meets her gaze again, rueful: "Apologies for the confusion. I'm sure my assistant called ahead." He gives her a look that says: Good help is so hard to find.
"I'm here as a representative of the City of Sacramento's Budget, Policy, and Strategic Planning division. We're performing our year-end audit of expenditures and my superiors noted some...interesting equipment purchases here in your facility." All very boring stuff. "Tell me, is the Chief Medical Officer still in? I noticed that their light was on when I came down the hall."
How he plays this depends on her answer, but right now Milton is feeling very good about the situation inside. He does not stop to consider how things may be proceeding back in the parking lot. No longer his problem.
Just to confirm: other than Milton and Samantha, the waiting area is empty, correct?