CALL GIRL #1
He waved the security guard off when we arrived at Stone HQ Seattle, and the elevator cleared when we stepped inside.
That must be a thing. Very Devil Wears Prada.
We stepped out onto his floor, and Rachel, his assistant, was sitting behind her desk. She was in early. I knew she didn’t start until nine, and it was just after eight.
“Rachel.” George waved at her over his shoulder, and she grabbed some paper and a pen and followed us into his office. He sat me in the chair behind his desk. “Rachel, this is Gina, my girlfriend. Gina, my assistant and the woman who keeps my business in order, Rachel.”