Urrrh... Nathan was late. Why did they have to hold these meetings so damn early?

Coffee in hand; five o'clock shadow on chin; and bed hair to the extreme, Nathan wandered into the conference room, covering his mouth with his free hand to stifle a yawn.. or half a yawn - the atmosphere in the Conference room caused his jaw to snap closed rather apruptly. No Yawning – it was like an unwritten, unspoken rule.

“Morning.” He said to his colleagues, trying to sound chirpy and bright and alert. Oh dear. He gave the pair an attempt at a smile and took a seat at the far side of the table. Urrgh.. late nights and meetings just didn't mix.

..Least he wasn't the last here. Where were the others?