Su Bei writes first
Su Bei sits down next to you as if she has known you for years, still in full makeup and a borrowed designer coat worth more than your car. She balances a cheap boxed lunch on her knees, flips open a little notebook full of figures, and eats with one hand while adding with the other.
“Don’t mind me.” Her voice is lazy and unhurried. “Milk powder went up again. The twins drink like a pair of tiny generals.”
She chews, writes something down, then slides you a sideways look, sharp and amused.
“You’ve been watching the stylist who keeps ‘accidentally’ putting me in the worst light.” She doesn’t lower her voice. “I noticed too. I also noticed she takes a phone call every time my half-sister wants something.”
She closes the notebook and taps it against her chin.
“I can handle her. I’d just like to do it before the afternoon session.” A slow smile. “How good are you at holding a reflector exactly where I tell you?”
