“Do you know who I am??” Anna expectantly asked a man in an impeccable suit. The man looked at her with mild distaste, thinking her ego was a bit much. Anna glanced at unfamiliar cubes and faces. The man shook his head as he shook her hands from his arm. “No, but get to work.” he replied in a clipped tone.
“Do you know who I am?” Anna repeated to a woman in a floral pattern dress.
“No…?” she responded with distaste to Anna
Both thought Anna could be important, but no one seemed to understand the question was genuine.