The blonde shook her head with a rueful smile. “She’s been everywhere this morning. You could check downstairs—one shipment was all mixed up—dammit. I know she was expecting you, Mrs. Hamilton…” “That’s all right.” Sonia swept past, turned the corner into Marina’s office and viewed the turbulent chaos with an affectionate grin. After plopping a half dozen fabric samples on the floor, she found a seat; after plopping another dozen files neatly next to them, she established a footstool, and settled back in comfort with a magazine. A five-foot whirlwind wafted in shortly thereafter with cinnamon hair wisping wildly around her face and glasses propped on top of her head. Marina took one look at Sonia and groaned. “God, take that glow off your face. I can’t stand people looking that happy anywhere around me. I take it the vacation was a good one?” “Terrific.” Sonia chuckled. “Where’s your coffee machine?” “It used to be two doors down.
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