CHAPTER NINETEEN
Ilse stepped back into the room in the hotel where Mr. Clement was speaking animatedly with his lawyer. The moment she entered the room, though, the woman frowned, holding up a shushing finger until Clement went silent, and then pointing that same finger towards Ilse's face. “You can't be in here,” she snapped angrily.
Ilse didn't retreat, however, remaining standing in the doorway. She didn't step forward, either, however, preferring not to confront the woman by trespassing a perceived physical boundary. Instead, in as docile a tone as she could manage, she said, “I'd like to speak with your client.”
“You've already been speaking with him,” the woman snapped back. “Don't think we won't be filing a complaint.”
Ilse ignored the lawyer now, looking towards Clement. “It d
