"Regarding that specific matter, my intelligence lacks confirmation, Sir. Miss Phoebe omitted disclosing her destination parameters, and my standing refrained from pursuing intrusive inquiries," the female staff member reported with absolute professional courtesy.
A measured nod followed from the patriarch after he absorbed the information. "Understood. Proceed with executing the specific directives Phoebe assigned to your station."
"Affirmative, Sir. Allow me to excuse myself and return to the primary office," the staff member requested, maintaining a respectful posture.
"Permission granted."
