Kieran looked at him and pointed Natasha to him, “There, he is seated there.” Saying that, he disappeared through another door, leaving Maxwell alone with Diane and Natasha. Natasha had turned towards him and she was now looking at Maxwell with curiosity, her eyes taking him in with the same careful assessment everyone else had given him today. But unlike the dismissive glances from the people in the lobby, hers lingered with something closer to interest.She was younger than he'd expected from the voice on the phone last night. Late twenties, maybe. Professional in a way that seemed effortless. She put on a tailored blazer, hair pulled back neatly, minimal jewelry. She carried herself with the kind of confidence that came from working closely with someone powerful."Hi, good to meet you Maxwell, finally," she said, walking closer. Her voice was the same one from last night. Smooth, warm. "I'm Natasha. We spoke on the phone."Maxwell immediately remembered last night, that call, the
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