“Charley?” one asked. She was big and startlingly pretty with a dark brown bob and wide smile. “That’s me. How did you know?” The other one smiled, a Latina with curly hair pulled back into a frizzy ponytail and skin to die for. “Your assistant told us that you’d probably be the only girl walking through the door who looked like she could do the name Charley Davidson proud. I’m Louise.”
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