“Vivienne,” he greets, nodding more at her cleavage than anything else. No way those things are real. “I’ve got a live one for the boss man.” He pushes me forward encouragingly. I give a nervous laugh. “I have an appointment…?” Vivienne’s eyes light up. “Oh gosh, you must be Story!” She heads toward us and before I can react, I’m engulfed in a cloud of perfume and this woman’s skinny arms. The press of her ample breasts against mine confirms my earlier suspicions as to their authenticity. I glance at Rath, and he shrugs.
