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“Wait!”
She let out a long, weary sigh, as if she had just made a heavy decision.
“I’ll give it back to him myself.”
“Then let me go with you.”
“That won’t be necessary. I have other things to discuss with him anyway.”
Rachel wasn’t surprised when the receptionist stopped her at the lobby of thepany building.
She was obviously new, and she blocked Rachel’s path with a courteous smile.
“I’m sorry, but you are not allowed to go in without an appointment.”
Without wasting any time, Rachel whipped out her phone and called Ronald, but he didn’t pick up.
She had been waiting for a while when a female manager came over. Rachel used to work here, and although they were never close, she was sure the manager recognized her.
To her dismay, the manager didn’t make any exceptions for her.
“You’ve resigned, Ms. Marsh, which means that you no longer have ess to the building. You’ll have to make an appointment.”
“You’re right, I’m here as a business partner to the…”
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“Company.”
“Is that so?” The manager smiled. “Then, please show us your credentials.”
Rachel hadn’t brought them, of course, so she had to call Samira to bring them over.
“Got it, I’m on my way!”
The manager finally dropped all pretenses and sneered.
“Why bother putting on airs? If you want to go inside, all you have to do is call Mr. White. If he gives you permission, then you are free to enter.”
Indeed, that would be the easiest way. But Rachel didn’t want any unnecessary contact with Brian.
Instead of arguing with the manager, she chose a spot in the lobby and sat down.
“Who is she?” the curious receptionist asked the manager.
“Her? Someone who dreamed beyond their reach. When she was still working here, she would often make advances toward Mr. White. I’ve heard that she’s quite the clingy type, too.”
“She doesn’t seem to be that kind of person, though.”
“Careful! She may look innocent, but she’s scheming through and through.”
Rachel tried her best to ignore them, but they were talking so loudly that she couldn’t even take a nap.
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