“RECEPTIONIST LOOKED RIGHT through me as I crossed the carpeted lobby between glass-cased tanker models and clipper ship prints. I winked at her, and she spun away on her swivel chair. The frosted doors to the inner sanctum had bronze… — William Hjortsberg Copy Share Image
The receptionist looked us over, then went back to typing something incredibly urgent—like her résumé́ for another job. — James Patterson Copy Share Image
