Maggie is on her phone as Tara calls out to her, and looks up with an extremely irritated expression on her face, as if the woman is nothing more than a bug irritating her. If her gaze can show such contempt for your companion, what will it be for someone like you, actually only a thrid of an inch tall?
“Richard sent me,” Tara says.
“So?” Maggie retorts, tossing her blonde hair over a shoulder with a practiced flick. “Are you his driver, or something? Where is he? I want to meet Richard, and I want to meet him now!”
Oh God, what were you thinking when you struck up a conversation with this spoilt woman? Probably, you were thinking that you'd never have to meet her face to face, let alone at your tiny size!
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