Tucked in the back booth, I spotted Whitney West. Before I could approach her, a sharp-looking brunette in a fitted skirt and blouse intercepted me. She froze mid-step, her mouth agape as she scrutinized me from head-to-toe. A phony smile worked its way across her lips. “My apologies. I was expecting someone else.” She was definitely the personal assistant I spoke to on the phone yesterday. Posh and snooty. Casually, I sipped my drink. “Ophelia Kensington?” Her eyes widened. “You’re the one Grant sent?” “The one and only.” Unfazed, I opened my arms wide. “Miles Zhou of Keller & Associates at
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