[Cut to a shot of the interior of Natasha's office; a nice space with large windows and some plants. She has a number of screens open above her desk; she opens a communicator window to make a call.]
Natasha: hello, Chet.
Voice from communicator: Natasha? Is something wrong?
Natasha: I'm sorry, something has come up. I won't be able to make it to dinner next week.