Victoria Vinciguerra

There is never a day that goes by when Victoria--Vittoria, she has to remind her self, Vittoria now and no longer Vinciguerra--there is never a day when she doesn't miss her Alexander. He always had the best eye for this sort of thing. Not always for people, for personnel, but that was what she did, anyway, and that was why they'd made a lovely team. It's a shame that they never got a chance to build their own empire, but she thinks he would have liked the one she's built. There are quite a few people who like it, after all, well enough to try and steal it. If they didn't, why would they have sent him?

Of course she knows an operative when she sees one, she isn't stupid. And she knows that everything left behind that could possibly have been incriminating in a court of law would incriminate the good doctor, or her darling Alex, so he's really got nothing at all. Which is why, on this day, when she's most in need (of both a good stylist and also perhaps, a good bit of fun) it's Ilya on the other end of her summoning hand, one finger pointed then curling and beckoning him towards her graciously, like a queen waiting to receive fealty.

"You. You're new. Come, darling, tell me your name again? I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten it."