Oh holy shit. Dude was either really mad or really polite.

Brad planted himself in a chair, fingers picking at the edges of the folder like it was a security blanket.

Wait, had he just... His hand went to his head and, yup, sunglasses still there. He stashed them in a shirt pocket, trying not to make his first impression any worse, and to sort out words in his head. He was going to need them soon.