She was a small brunette, slender, in her early thirties. She had thin, almost sharp features. But a full mouth and large, brown eyes softened them. She wasn’t a restful person to be around. I always had the feeling that she was plugged into two-twenty current. But we had managed to hit it off pretty well the few times we’d met. Mostly, I think, because of the way we both felt about Nils. But today we weren’t going to hit it off at all. There was no welcome in her eyes. There was nothing there but cold dislike. Her eyes shifted from my face. The door behind me came open. Security bulled his way into the room. He pushed the door shut and breathed pugnaciously at me. I said, “My business is with Mrs. Lofgren.” He balled his fists childishly and took a step toward me. Annette said icily, “That will do, Tibbetts. I can handle this.” Security let his arms drop to his sides. He said, “I saw Flynn come in here. I didn’t know he was authorized.” Annette said, “I’ll call if I need you, Tibbetts.”
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