Got people stocked in every shade
"Rozana, dearest, please - it's such a serendipitous chance, we simply must get this pushed through!"
Rozana frowned. It wasn't like Masha to be this hell-bent on getting her way - and being hell-bent on getting her way was very, very like Masha. She'd definitely caught that pause between her name and the not-so-subtly attached endearment.
Maz seemed almost...distressed; a far cry from her occasional bouts of almost hysteric fantasy with this artistic escapade or that, this somehow completely deservably called-in favour or that.
Could it be that she was...nervous? Jealous? Afraid?
Did she really want Rozana's - Roz's - personal approval?