*breezes through the hotel corridors, her usual entourage trailing in her wake*
*carries on a crisp conversation over the phone as she walks* No, I said the red ferns were to go in the east sunroom, and the bluebells were for the west patio. Why is this so difficult to comprehend? ... Yes, now. I intend to move in the day after tomorrow. I will not tolerate a delay because your staff is colorblind.