"It's hot in the office. That's all. I'm going to wash my face and get some ice water."
But Dara could not stop laughing. She was still chuckling when the door to the office suite opened and a man walked in. He was holding The Cup, a substantial pieced of metalwork, in front of him so his face was not visible. He took three steps into the suit and stopped.
"Can we help you?" Dara asked.
"I'm here to see Liz St. John."
Liz looked at Dara and shrugged.
"I'm Liz. What can we do for you? And would it be possible for us to see your face?"
"Yes," Dara added. "We like to know who our prospective clients are."
"Wait." Liz suddenly realized what he was holding. "Isn't that - Is that The Cup?"
"Oh, I'm not a client, prospective or otherwise." There was a hint of laughter in his voice. "And
