I'm not sure how this works but I wrote something in continuation:

"So what do you think?" Edgar said while unsuccessfully trying to probe for a response, lifting a pair of thick glasses so he could finger that itchy part between his upper nose and his right eye socket. He hated that. Not necessarily the itch, that was just annoying, but standing in front of Cathrine's giant desk like a juvenile delinquent waiting for his sentence. There were stacks of paper everywhere and he just handed her another one to vanish like this was the bermuda triangle of lost scripts. And why was she insisting on printouts anyhow? He thought before his eye started itching again.

"Well, it reads a bit like a Star Wars title crawl..." Cathrine mumbled still monitoring the piece of paper she was holding. "But that doesn't have to be a bad thing." She was a redhead. Good looking one, too. Possibly in her late 40s or early 50s. Edgar wasn't really sure and didn't feel the need to ask (none of his business). Either way she had kept herself well. There was a certain no-nonsense quality to her, like she went to a swiss boarding school or something. She continued. "Who gave this to you?" She said, raising an eyebrow. Edgar took his time, feeling a bit like admitting to a crime. "One of them." The office went silent. She just stared at him for a few seconds, feeling a cold shiver tingling down her delicate spine until she spoke up again. "Leave!" she said and so Edgar left fighting a primal urge to bow.

So it's them, huh? Fuck me sideways, she thought leaning back into her expensive office chair. In that moment she looked a bit like a grumpy admiral forced to launch a horrible campaign of violent island hopping. She turned her head and squinted at some poor window washer in a wobbly red gondola. He looked around like he's not sure if she was looking at him, but either way it felt like she was staring right into his soul. He gulped and reached for the controls. Time for an exit and thus the descending gondola was revealing a blue sky only to be obscured by the passage of a small white cloud that would end up blocking parts of the sun.