happen again,” Patricia replies.
Of all the Bouvet’s bosses, I was the only one who didn’t harass her about doing her nails. Poor thing, I often thought, how boring it must be to be doing the same thing day in and day out. “Bouvet & Bouvet, good morning. Yes, I’ll put you through.”
I approached her desk, unfazed by my presence, as she continued to file her nails.
“Hello, Patti, how are you?” I said, barely looking at her.
“Ah Hello, Elena. Kauffman called you five minutes ago, saying it is very urgent, and Sandrine too, but he has told me he will call you again. And someone else. Oh yes, a certain Mariella Pedinini or something said she wanted to introduce herself. She could be the new one from Milan.