If Erica had scheduled visitors, she would have informed her beforehand.
"Give me a moment. I'll see if she's—"
"Have you seen her already?"
Another woman interjected sharply, her crimson dress radiating confidence and urgency.
"We don't have time to wait. She's just an investor, right? Either we sell her on this or find someone else who will."
The receptionist hesitated. Before she could respond, the woman leaned in, her tone clipped.
"Where is she? We need to speak with her now."
Flustered, the receptionist's fingers moved subtly under the desk, pressing the emergency button that directly alerted Nichole to a potential breach.
"Second floor, in her office,"
She finally said, hoping the situation wouldn't escalate further.
"Thank you,"
The woman snapped, turning on her heel as the group headed for the elevator.
The Capital
