She enters.

The building’s atmosphere changes: becomes charged, as currents of tension eddy around her mannered stiletto stride.

Peals of party-girl laughter reverberate, competing with—and winning over—the classical muzak. Everyone is on alert.

Pay attention to me is her unspoken plea.

I am here.

Pay attention to me.

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