If Amanda asked - which Liliya knew she never would - then the vampire would have admitted that yes, she just thought that Amanda was completely incompetent and the only person she should be allowed to work for was that husband of his and any relatives who shared her view. That way you contained the virus of contagious, bigoted thinking. "Exactly. Good to see that you've caught up and realized that this isn't just about the vampire." Though to Liliya it really was. The vampire came first because they were a vampire and needed to be taken care of. Everyone else was a step below, but still did not deserve to find themselves dangling from a tree or bruised or covered in something disgusting because they might look like whoever this vampire turned out to be. If he or she had black hair then people might latch onto that and every dark-haired teenager could find themselves being shouted at no matter what their race. It went on and on and it would look beyond terrible on the news. It would absolutely be one of her top five worst nightmares. Michael himself might decide to show up and that was - as impossible as it sounded - so much worse than just Maureen. Although Maureen alone was truly more than enough to make Liliya wonder if she could get away with running away.
Liliya shrugged. "I have better things to do with my time than practice lines to use on people I don't see often." Thank whatever god there may be. Seeing that smile on that face made her wish that she could roll her eyes without getting it remarked on. Instead she just pocketed her phone and waited. After Amanda's little exchanged with the assistant, Liliya gave her a smile. She did not really need someone else in her office, but she knew that Naoki was in need of someone to work the desk at his little business. Might as well send him someone who had been forced to endure the hell that must have been working with Amanda Blake-Calvert. ABC. "Oh good, I'd hate to think of you out here worrying at your nails because you don't know what I'm saying." Brushing back an errant piece of hair that had escaped her up-do - it looked like she needed to use some more pins in the morning - Liliya walked to the door and turned slightly, eyebrow arched. "Well?" Amanda was supposed to see her in, was she not? That tended to involve opening the door. And yes, Liliya was more than capable of doing it herself and likely would have done if she had not been more than half certain that the blonde had gone through this little game of back and forth just to be an irritation. "After you, Mrs. Calvert."