Amidst his panic to find out a way so that he wouldn't be scolded by the director or worse, lose his job for offending this new model candidate, a figure appeared from behind the wall of the corridor.
Ryley walked in his usual gracious posture. Quick but not rushed, straight and core tight but still relaxed. His arrival unknowingly made the secretary heave a sigh of relief.
"Is the director inside?" Ryley asked without taking off his mask and cap.
"Y-yes. But he's still in a meeting." The man stammered a little as he answered, but then he cleared his voice, "Do you have an appointment with him?"
"Ah, that. I just texted him a while ago. He said I can come right away." Ryley showed his chat with the director on his phone to the secretary.
After reading it, the secretary then hurriedly escorted Ryley to the door. "Oh, sure. This way."
When he saw it from the side, Ezra read the situation quickly. He glared at them and blocked their way.
