Richard hung up the phone, frowning a bit. The nerve of Melony, not being here when there was a crisis.
He wrapped his suddenly delicate, manicured hands around the doorknob, taking a moment to take a breath, then emerged.
"Good afternoon, Miss Richards," one of the cleaning staff said.
"Good afternoon, Fred."
"Warren," he muttered.
"What?"
"Nothing," he said, getting back to work as she turned her attention to some other detail, grabbing one of the serving staff about their appearance.
There were a lot of rumors about how Richards had gotten the job. Most of them revolved around the fact she could impress the people who needed to be impressed, and stab in the back anyone who got in her way.
She was the classic spoiled rich phony.
