It was years since Leanne had visited its revered portals, and she moved with calculated calm towards Reception, unnerved by the stylishly attired young woman whose hair, make-up and clothes would have done credit to a model straight out of Vogue magazine.
‘Dimitri Kostakidas,’ Leanne stated with quiet authority.
‘Mr Kostakidas is in conference,’ the receptionist relayed with polite regret. ‘Do you have an appointment?’
Leanne’s expression was equally polite. ‘Perhaps you could inform Dimitri’s secretary that his fiancée is waiting to see him?’ She even took the faint sting from her words by proffering a slight smile. ‘I’m sure he won’t object to the interruption.’
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