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He looked at the clock on his desk. It was 10:45. He had told Lucy he did not want any interruptions before noon. He scowled at her. "What?"
"I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Orsatti. There's a Miss Gigi Dupres on the phone. She sounds hysterical,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but she won't tell me what she wants. She insists on speaking with you personally. I thought it might be important."
Orsatti sat there,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], running the name through the computer in his brain. Gigi Dupres? One of the broads he had up in his suite his last time in Vegas? Gigi Dupres? Not that he could remember,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and he prided himself on a mind that forgot nothing. Out of curiosity,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], Orsatti picked up the phone and waved a dismissal at Lucy.
"Yeah? Who's this?"
"Is thees Mr. Anthony Orsatti?" She had a French accent.
"So?"
"Oh, thank God I get hold of you, Meester Orsatti!"
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"Lady,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I don't know who you're talkin' about, and I'm a busy---"
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