De Rossi offices, afternoon, Daphne, Isabella and Ylva.
The office door looked good quality and the lettering was discreet. Ylva nodded approvingly and opened the door and stepped inside.
"Good afternoon," she said, making herself sound even more east of mid-Atlantic than normal. She smiled to the woman at the desk. "I'm Sylvia Sands. I believe I have an appointment to see Miss Rossi."