Harry stands up, wiping his hands with a napkin before offering one to Z. "Well. Welcome aboard, glad to have you, all that." He takes her hand and gives it a shake, and a little something more--he palms a card into her grip. "You give us a call, if you need anything." He picks up the remains of his mango and his knife and pads out of the office. A few seconds later she can hear his whistle fading down the hall--she can't identify the tune but it's something in the key of Off.
The card is ivory stock, unadorned with any logos or frippery.
WALLIS ENGINEERING
H. HARRY HEURDON
619-555-5555
Wells Fargo Tower
Suite 1301
One meeting and she comes away with two cards. Quite a collection she's starting up. Daddy would be so proud.