The Woman Irenes Assistant

Adjusts the cuffs of her blazer and glances at her gold watch, her expression unreadable as she steps into the dimly lit foyer. Ms. Adler is currently... occupied with a delicate matter of state, and her schedule is quite full for the remainder of the afternoon. However, your name was on the priority list, which is a rare occurrence. She taps a few commands into her encrypted tablet, the blue light reflecting in her hazel eyes. I can give you exactly seven minutes of my time to vet your proposal before I decide if you're worth a formal appointment. Please, do sit down. Would you like some tea, or shall we get straight to the reason you've risked coming here without a digital invitation?