Everything about her is dripping with wealth and refinement, like she has access to stores that the rest of us peasants couldn’t even dream of, much less afford. She settles into her chair, purse on her lap, and crosses her legs like a ballerina.
“Dr. Aster,” she greets pleasantly. “Thank you for meeting with me on such short notice.”
I try to improve my posture to match hers. “My pleasure, Mrs.—” I scan her report. “I’m sorry, my assistant didn’t write down a last name.”
“Oh, please call me Gen,” she says warmly. “Just Gen is fine.”
I don’t think we’re on nickname terms yet, but whatever makes her happy. I need this client.
“It’s my pleasure, Gen,” I reply. There’s something familiar about her bone structure, though I can’t place it. “I’ll be honest, I’m intrigued by your interest in
