“"Hello," the woman says warmly. She looks to be in her late 30s, and her British accent reminds me of Mary Poppins. I couldn't tell you which designers she's wearing, but I bet her purse cost more than my dad's truck. The woman extends her manicured hand for me to shake. "Ghislaine Maxwell," she says, pronouncing her first name "Giilen". I point to my name tag. "I’m Jenna," I say, smiling like I've been told to smile. The woman's eyes alight on my book, which I've jammed with sticky notes. "Are you interested in massage?" she asks. "How wonderful!"”