Ophelia stared blankly. “This is ridiculous. I’m calling Grant.” “It’ll be hard to reach him at the moment,” I said, sidestepping the frosty princess to slide into the booth opposite my new client. “He’s on assignment.” I offered my hand to the woman half-hidden behind a laptop. “Miles Zhou, at your service.” Whitney shot me a fleeting glance. “Uh, hi,” she said awkwardly. “Sorry. Phee sprang this on me. I’m not exactly dressed for company.” A wig the color of fresh pennies shrouded her face, its haphazard strands splayed out in all directions. Her fingers never stopped dancing across the
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