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THE SENATE OFFICE BUILDING
DRUCKENWELL SUITE
So that Mr. Abrantes was not from Druckenwell was a boon.
She wondered idly whether this was a young man looking for an easy ride, a line on a CV before moving on to the next thing, but there was no way to know from just looking at the paper Varencourt had handed her. She looked up at him and tilted her head to one side then nodded. "All right, bring him in." Verity stood and rolled her sleeves down, then put her chic pale blue blazer on so that she looked somewhat presentable. "And Luc?" Her Chief of Staff paused at the doorway, turning back. "Can you ask Kira to bring coffee? A pot and three cups -- milk, sugar. All the things."
Varencourt nodded and exited. He murmured the instruction to Kira, the receptionist, who immediately stood and went in search of coffee. Varencourt approached
"Mr. Abrantes," Verity said, rising and coming around the desk. She offered a hand. "Verity Stuyveris. Thank you for coming in."