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‘You’re new here, aren’t you?’ said a firm, female voice.<br />
Trix started, turned away from <strong>the</strong> window. A woman with black flapper<br />
hair and a youthful but dispirited face was watching her from <strong>the</strong> far side of<br />
a very long table. Her cheekbones looked sharp enough to wound. She was<br />
putting on a shoe.<br />
‘It’s obvious,’ <strong>the</strong> woman went on. ‘They’re all like that when <strong>the</strong>y first see<br />
<strong>the</strong> view.’ She smiled icily. ‘But do try to remember it’s our view, not yours.<br />
Gawp like that again and you’ll be reprimanded.’<br />
Trix nodded and gave a little curtsey. I’m gobbing on your quiche, she<br />
thought.<br />
A tall, broad-shouldered black man walked in. From <strong>the</strong> way <strong>the</strong> flapper<br />
stiffened he was someone important. Now that she came to look, his fine suit,<br />
dark and silky, his imperious gaze, <strong>the</strong> impressive rings stacked on his fingers<br />
like he was trying to outdo Saturn, all told <strong>the</strong> same story: this man was <strong>the</strong><br />
boss.<br />
He glanced at Trix for a moment, <strong>the</strong>n snapped: ‘Get <strong>the</strong> food ready to<br />
serve.’<br />
Trix nodded meekly and started steering <strong>the</strong> table over to <strong>the</strong> back of <strong>the</strong><br />
room.<br />
‘Tinya, do you have <strong>the</strong> revised rough cut for <strong>the</strong> infomercial?’ <strong>the</strong> boss-man<br />
asked. ‘Halcyon will be arriving any moment. I want to check it myself.’<br />
‘Right here, Falsh.’ The slapper with <strong>the</strong> flapper smugly patted a credit-cardthin<br />
keypad, and a sort of bubble flickered into life above it. Quiet, scratchy<br />
little noises started up. Trix was intrigued to see more, but a trim little man<br />
with an elfin face and eyes too wide apart was waiting anxiously for her at <strong>the</strong><br />
back. From his black-and-white uniform, he must be a fellow waiter.<br />
‘Thought you were never going to get here,’ hissed <strong>the</strong> waiter reproachfully.<br />
Contrition had never sat well with Trix; by now she was terminally bored<br />
with apologising. ‘Well, you know, with <strong>the</strong> security alert and everything. . .<br />
I’ll just leave you to it. See you!’<br />
‘Very funny,’ he hissed. ‘Fix a chiggock salad for Falsh, and I’ll prepare a<br />
plate for Halcyon.’<br />
‘It’s a buffet. Can’t <strong>the</strong>y help <strong>the</strong>mselves?’<br />
‘Where’d <strong>the</strong>y ship you in from?’ The waiter’s look made it clear that while<br />
Falsh could doubtless help himself to most things, a buffet wasn’t one of <strong>the</strong>m.<br />
Then he became conspiratorial. ‘You know, I’ve served Halcyon before.’<br />
Poached or scrambled, thought Trix. ‘Oh yes?’<br />
The waiter preened like <strong>the</strong> news made him cock of <strong>the</strong> yard. ‘He likes<br />
everything perfectly arranged. Well he would, wouldn’t he – an artist like<br />
him.’ He had a distant, lovelorn look in his eye, which swiftly startled into a<br />
sharp focus on <strong>the</strong> doorway. ‘Oh! He’s here!’<br />
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