"Who are you?"
This question was asked by the forceful, sophisticated woman who created a minor flurry outside the reception with her arrival.
The beautiful woman was at least fifty, with dark brown hair held tightly back in a stylish bun, eyes hidden by a pair of sunglasses, and she was wearing a white glamorous suit. Her appearance was proud and haughty with an air of dignity encompassing her. Behind her, Maribel and Michael looked stiff with worry, as well as the entourage of men wearing suits behind her. Rosie thought she saw Triple D behind all the crowd.
Rosie had been waiting for Maribel by the older woman's desk to verify the organized data she'd received earlier through email. Surprised then wary with being the focus of the woman's attention, she was quick to plaster a smile on her face. Whoever this woman was, she was definitely someone very important and was very much in charge.
