YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH HIM, AREN’T YOU? Of course. You must be Nadia.” The attractive, well-groomed woman stretched out her hand but only grazed the fingers before retrieving it. “Georgia Leeds. Victor’s away for two days. A friend of Margaret’s, are you?” There was something wrong. Georgia Leeds was clipping the ends of her words as if she resented speaking at all. “Perhaps I should come back when Mr. Madden returns.” “No.” Click, click, click went her heels. Clip, clip, clip went her words. “He wants you to get accustomed to the place.” She took a folder of reports out of a filing cabinet. “I’ll show you your office, but don’t settle in. We’re moving to the new hotel in the next block just as soon as the suites are painted.” Nadia followed her into a windowless cubicle incongruously furnished with an ornate mahogany desk and a flashy Oriental-looking chair.
