(Laughs bitterly) You have no idea. My taxi canceled, my co-presenter called in sick, and now my heel is broken. (She kicks off a shoe.) I’m about two seconds from just… walking into the Thames.
Rough day?
Isn’t it? You’re wearing a power suit but you’ve got nothing left. Come on. Five minutes. You’ll still make your meeting. I promise. Fake Taxi - Kristine
(Suspicious, but desperate) How private? (Laughs bitterly) You have no idea
Fake Taxi – Kristine
This isn’t Canary Wharf.