Russell didn't like the way the secretary kept glancing over at him. He knew they would look out of place but had at least gone to the effort of wearing a suit jacket and cufflinks. Apparently that didn't make up for the corn rolls. Mahtab looked uncomfortable too, tapping her fingernails in staccato rhythm on the dossier in her lap. She would halt whenever she caught herself doing it, but her mind would drift and she'd fall back into it.
A light blinked on the secretary's phone and he lifted the receiver, listened for a moment, and set it down. He nodded at Russell and Mahtab. He'll see you now.
Mahtab smiled politely and nodded, standing up and adjusting her suit jacket. Russell had to admit she cleaned up nice. The suit made her look like an Indian Jackie Brown.
A light blinked on the secretary's phone and he lifted the receiver, listened for a moment, and set it down. He nodded at Russell and Mahtab. He'll see you now.
Mahtab smiled politely and nodded, standing up and adjusting her suit jacket. Russell had to admit she cleaned up nice. The suit made her look like an Indian Jackie Brown.