At that moment, not long after they arrived at the entrance of Everything Luxury, the glass doors slid open smoothly in front of them - and the receptionist stationed just inside the threshold looked up, saw Oliver, and immediately bowed her head a full ninety degrees.
The gesture was instant. Automatic. Executed with the kind of precision that comes from training and from understanding exactly who was walking through the door and what that meant for everyone in the building.
She did not ask questions. Did not request confirmation of an appointment or verification of identity. She simply held the bow for the appropriate length of time and then straightened slightly, her voice calm and professional.
"Welcome, sir," she said. "We have been expecting you."
