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"To what are you referring, woman?" Kynala demanded, frowning. "I don't recall any such correspondence... You seem ... familiar, but-" The Ri woman's eyes narrowed slightly at Daemala, unknowingly battling with the vampire's compulsion. Kynala was a strong woman - she might not have been anywhere near as old as Daemala, but in human terms she was old; approaching one hundred. Her mind was the hardened instrument of a businesswoman and a politician, a negotiator and a manipulator. She was a hard cookie to convince of anything that went against her stubborn viewpoint.

The CEO shook her head, lifting a hand to brush against her wrist, an orange glow lighting up as her OmniTool responded to the touch. "I'm looking through my sent messages and I don't see your name, or anything referring to a meeting..."

Kynala looked back at Daemala. "Ms Tauvyr, was it? You- no, you do not appear to have an appointment. I am afraid I have absolutely no idea who you are, but I am quite concerned with the fact that I feel I should do."

Something was amiss. "What are you here for? You have my ear for however long it takes me to return to my normal practice of keeping a schedule."

Shiala watched on in confusion. Kynala didn't remember an appointment, but there ... there was one. She was sure of it, wasn't she? She certainly had been sure of it.

The secretary reached for her OmniTool to check her own emails, busying herself poring through them for some mention of the strange woman between her and Kynala.