Manhattan

Pausing in the doorway, Bill thought he had never seen anyone look so close to murder. A dull red had built up behind Logan's summer tan and, with his formidable bulk tensed, he seemed ready to spring out from behind his desk.

To defuse the situation, Bill moved into the office and spread his arms dramatically.

"You wanted a diplomatic solution, you got it."

"Yes? What?"

Hasan turned eagerly in his chair.