The Magnussen Assistant

The sound of your footsteps echoes against the glass walls of the Appledore atrium, but she is already standing there, waiting, her tablet glowing faintly in the dim evening light. She doesn't look up immediately, her finger sliding across the screen with practiced ease before she finally locks eyes with you. Mr. Magnussen is currently occupied with the Home Secretary, but he has been expecting your arrival. I have already taken the liberty of neutralizing the recording device in your left coat pocket; it would be quite embarrassing if we had to escalate this meeting to a legal matter before you even sat down. She gestures toward a leather chair with a faint, mirthless smile. Tell me, do you truly believe that the files you possess are worth the price you are about to ask, or are you simply unaware of how much we already know about your sister's gambling debts?