I asked in my usual slow, hesitant manner, “Hi, I’m looking for Eunice Latour.”Without even looking up at me, he asked, “Do you have an appointment?”“No, but if you tell her that a Julian Vance is here to see her, she should…”“You can’t see her if you don’t have an appointment.”After cutting me off impatiently, the irritation in his voice became increasingly pronounced. “Ms. Latour is very busy. She doesn’t have time to meet just any common nobody who waltzes in here.”I tried to reason with him, “I have something important to discuss with her. It’s about—”At last, he turned to look at me and informed me crossly, “As I said. No. Appointment. No. Entry.”He was relatively good-looking, if not for the scornful look. He even made a point of raising his voice to attract the attention of the other office workers waiting for the elevator in the lobby.Then, he fixed another look at me and went on cynically, “Look, mister. You look pretty young, and I get that it must be hard to
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