Meanwhile, at the entrance of the Pierson Corporation…
"What do you mean, I need an access card?" Allen gasped in dismay. "I'm here for a job interview!"
The guard at the entrance sighed for the umpteenth time. "Sir, if you're here for a job interview, you have to at least provide a confirmation that you received it. If you don't have the access card, then the email will work. Just show it to us, and we'll let you in."
"Nonsense!" Allen gasped again. "What if I don't have it?! My boss—I mean, my friend—is already inside without it!"
"Sir, we've been here for several minutes now. If you don't have anything, then I'm sorry, but you can't get in," the security guard said, sounding increasingly annoyed. He had been going in circles with Allen for far too long.
Allen had been asked to step aside so as not to cause congestion at the entrance. However, despite being inside, it seemed Allen didn't understand the situation.
