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Her bubblegum-pink faux-fur coat practically absorbed all the light, and that ridiculous white satin bow at her neck bobbed every time she tilted her head, trying to look regal in that way rich people often do, but really just ended up looking absurd.
"I need to see Xavier. Now," she declared in her thick Russian accent, as if her words were made of gold.
I blinked slowly, trying to decide whether to laugh or scream.
"Good afternoon," I said, putting on my politest customer-service smile, the one I usually reserved for board members who thought "urgent" meant "do it five minutes ago." "I'm Theo, Mr. Fairchild's personal assistant. Do you have an appointment?"
She looked at me like I had just asked her to mop the floor in Louboutins.
"An appointment?" she laughed, a sharp, musical sound that managed to be both pricey and insulting. "Darling, I'm Annalise Kuznetsova. I don't do appointments, I'm here to see my friend Xavier. Move."
