The next day, a middle-aged woman appeared in her clothes that could be said to be stylish and elegant with her knee-length dress and a luxurious bag that she held in her right arm, walking gracefully towards a large company standing in the middle of the city.
"Who do you want to meet, Madame?" asked one of the company's staff.
"Don't you see how I look? I want to meet the director of this company," said the woman loudly and seemed domineering, making the staff feel a little intimidated.
"A ..- ah, did you have an appointment beforehand?" asked the staff with a little stammer trying to be as relaxed as possible, which is where the question is a formality that he must do.
"You can say that," said the middle-aged woman.
"Then please go to the room on the 10th floor where Mr. Jacob is," said the staff.
Without saying a word of gratitude at all, the middle-aged woman continued walking up the elevator not far from where she stood.
