Samson's Lovely Mortal (2011)
Samson's Lovely Mortal
““No, the electronic records won’t suffice. I’ll need the backup documents for these transactions,” she insisted and looked up at John who hovered over her desk, a gesture she interpreted as intimidation. It wouldn’t work on her, despite the fact that she hated it when people she barely knew got so close to her. The training she’d had on how to deal with difficult clients taught her not to show her emotions on her face. While she watched sweat accumulate on John’s brow, her own face remained unwavering, just the way she’d practiced often enough in front of the mirror. She didn’t need to see her reflection; she knew exactly how her facial muscles felt when she did it right.“We don’t have them here. They’re all at a storage facility down at Oyster Point.”Not a good enough excuse. Not that any excuse would work on her.“Where’s Oyster Point?”“In South San Francisco.”“Well, that shouldn’t be too much trouble then. Get them up here this afternoon.”Even though she wasn’t familiar with San Fra...ncisco and its surroundings, she knew where South San Francisco was, since she had passed it on her way from the airport.MoreLess
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