"That would be nice," she says, glancing towards the stairs. She wonders what a family office consists of, and how much of the Thornton influence resides there. But it's guaranteed to be private, and Moira thinks that it will suit their purposes, regardless of the cold decor and/or awkward photographs lining the room. She sighs, trying not to shake her head. When did things get so awkwardly shitty that she needs to talk to James in his family office about the gender of their baby, among other things?

"I'll follow you?" She says, glancing at him. She imagines it's the sort of office that requires keys.