A Meeting

"Ms. Melanie, there's a woman here to see you. She…" The assistant hesitated, then lowered her voice as if unsure how to continue. "She seems to believe that you work here, and she's insisting on meeting you personally so you can receive all the commission from whatever she decides to purchase."

Melanie raised her eyebrows in surprise and looked at her assistant before shaking her head slowly. "Didn't you explain to her that we don't work on commission?"

"I tried... but she wouldn't hear it. She just kept talking over me. It's like she knows you-or at least knows of you. So if you have a moment, maybe you could speak with her?"

Melanie let out a sigh, already grimacing. She could guess. Her assistant looked entirely uncomfortable which meant that it was probably the same woman from the club she had met last week. The one who seemed entirely too interested in her. What was her name? Right, Marianne.