I was mid-sentence with Olly about the fabric delivery timeline when the woman walked in.
Short blonde bob, razor precise. Features that knew exactly what they were doing. She set a bedazzled bag on the reception desk with the particular confidence of someone who had never once in her life waited for anything and did not intend to start today.
"I'm here to see Lucas Chen," she said. "Is he in?"
Olly glanced at me. Something in that glance. Then back at the woman. "Do you have an appointment?"
"I don't need an appointment." She said it pleasantly, which was somehow worse than if she had said it rudely. "Just tell him Lucy is here. He'll come down."
"I'm afraid Mr. Chen is very busy today," Olly said, in the voice she used when she was performing helpfulness while actively obstructing i
