THE good-looking man sitting in the receiving area was the first thing that Carmen noticed. He, too, has his eyes on them although an opened glossy magazine was on his lap.
“Mrs. Jackman?”
“Yes. I was told to come here from the reception. This is my assistant, Carmen.”
“Hello. I’m Ella. Please follow me.”
The smiling woman walked ahead of them. They headed to the only other door in the area.
“Mrs. Petrov, your ten o’clock is here.” Ella declared when she opened the door.
“Thank you, Ella.”
The assistant smiled at them before leaving. They heard the door closed behind them.
A woman behind the desk was looking at them. Her long, curly hair framed her small face. her thin lips were painted with blood-red lipstick.
“Please have a seat.”
The woman stood up. She was tall compare
