The office of Icebergs

Here, we are accustomed to slippery immigrants, to changeable states and submerged anatomies. So at first, when we met Isca, we did not feel threatened. Regrettably there were looks- reactions of alarm and repulsion- because it was only later and in confidence that she filled us in on the deal with her face. But after the double-take we realised, it's a woman! and we swivelled around in our chairs, raising our brows at one another as if to ask: but how did she get in? There had been no call forewarning us of her arrival, no intra-office memo, or email from our truant Director...