Say Hello To LucyMature

The next morning, Andrea duct-tapes a Bible to Cassius' face, slides a jar of fresh honey onto Aleksander's bedside table, and leaves the flat, allowing the others to do their separate sh*t.

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"I'm looking for Dr Lucy Morrow." She flashes a charming smile, all white teeth and pink lips, and the receptionist gives her a practiced look.

"Do you have an appointment?" The man behind the desk doesn't even glance up after the first look, focusing on the paperwork he's filling out.

"I wasn't aware I needed one. I'm Melka. I know about her... uh, illness." Andrea feigned awkwardness.

"Right this way, ma'am." The receptionist doesn't blink, but she can see the tension behind his eyes. She walked around, and the man holds the door open, the two of them sliding behind the desk into one of the corridors.

"Lovely weather we're having, isn't it?" The receptionist says it casually. Too casually.

"Yes, but I could use an umbrella." The agent lets the words slip out of her mouth one by one, the syllables well-rehearsed.

"Too bad we aren't younger, don't you think?"

"No, then we'd just end up nursed back to health by a rather scary suit."

The receptionist gives her an appraising look, and lets a sliver of amusement leak out. Then, he says, "Well done. You can see Doctor Morrow now."

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