Emma, walked into the law firm looking around the building. Her eyes were up as her eyes scan through the building. It was such a beautiful place. When she entered, she didn't notice any security pull the door open for her, obviously the doors were automatic. She kept wondering how the lawyer of this firm would be.
Emma was all dressed in rip baggy jeans and a pair of T-shirt that had some painting on it. She has a tattoo on her neck. Her hair color was pink and short. She has a black choker necklace on her neck and lots of black rings on her fingers. It was obvious,Emma was no billionaire material.
After observing the place for awhile , Emma had to snap out of her day dreaming, when she noticed the lady at the reception stare at her with so much disgust.
The reception area was pristine, all white, marble and glass, with a massive Chandelier hanging from the ceiling. A stern-looking woman sat behind the reception desk, tapping away at the company. She barely glanced at Emma as she approached.
Emma, walked up to her with an intent of getting directions from her on how she could find Barrister Evelyn Harper's office.
"Hey, Hello... Ahmm, forgive my manner. My name is Emma. " She stretch out her hands for a handshake but the blonde haired woman in the receptionist office, ignored her hands but kept staring at her with so much disdain.
Emma felt embarrassed, as she started at her hands hanging in the air. She pulled her hands back and said.
"Excuse me," Emma began, trying to keep her voice steady despite her nerves. "I'm here to see Evelyn Harper."
The receptionist finally looked up, her gaze sweeping over Emma with thinly veiled disdain. Emma could feel the woman's judgement as she took in her rip baggy jeans and t-shirt, her slightly worn sneakers, and the back pack slung over one shoulder.
"I'm sorry but we do not entertain walk-ins, " the receptionist said, her tone icy.
"Especially not..." She let the sentence trail off, but the implications were very clear.
Emma felt a flush of anger rising in her cheeks, but she forced herself to stay calm. "I have an appointment," she said firmly, trying not to let the woman's attitude rattle her.
The receptionist raised her eyebrows, "with Barrister Harper?" She gave Emma another once-over, as if the very idea was laughable.
"You sure do look like a clown young lady." The receptionist said again.
"We do not entertain joker around her, leave now or I will call security." The receptionist threatened.
Emma snapped back at her this time her voice was already revealing her agitation.
" I was invited here. I need to see Barrister Harper, I have a appointment."
"I see you're not just poor and stinky, you're also psycho. This is not a psychiatric hospital, this is a Law Firm. Now, get out of her you rat, before I call the cobs on you." The receptionist threatened again.
Emma didn't understand why she was being so mean to her.
"What do mean a psychiatric hospital? I know where I am. I was invited here by Barrister Evelyn Harper. I need to see her." Emma tried to explain.
"Barrister Evelyn Harper, see you? That's not possible, look at you, you look like something in the dumpster. You're really wasting my time and you're creating a scene. Get out of her now, or I'll call the security." The woman said again.
Emma was so angry at this point, she stared into the woman's eyes and all she could see is mean person with so much to deal with.
"Please, I need to see Barrister Harper." Emma said again but this time she had to be more polite.
"And I said, hell Noo. Do you even have any proof of this appointment?" The receptionist asked. It was obviously a rhetorical question but the question rang a bell in Emma's head. She quickly remembered the card in the envelope. It was a black card with Emma's name on it, Emma Stones.
Emma hesitated, reaching into her bag. The woman's condescending tone was infuriating, and for a moment, considered leaving, but she had come too far to turn back now. She pulled out the letter and the black card that had been sent to her along with it. The card was sleek and elegant, embossed with her name: Emma stone.
The receptionist's eyes widened as she saw the card, all traces of her earlier smugness vanished in an instant. "Oh... I'm so sorry, Miss Stones," she stammered, her previous haughtiness replaced with a sudden and exaggerated politeness. "I didn't realize, please, right this way. I'll inform Barrister Harper that you've arrived." The receptionist said as began leading Emma to the elevator.
Emma was really interested with the courtesy she was giving her, she was just wondering what's with the name, Emma Stones. She looked at the receptionist as was wondering if something was wrong with her or she was just trying to act another scene. As she gentured to Emma to follow her into the elevator. Emma said nothing, merely giving the woman a curt nod as she followed her through the opulent lobby, to the elevator. Inside, though, she was seething. She had been dismissed a d judged based on her appearance, she was treated like an imposter by a common receptionist, began wondering what the barrister will do to her.
"No card is gonna save me then." Emma said to herself.
She had been misjudged by the receptionist until she had produced a symbol of wealth and power. The Black Card. It was infuriating and it reminded her of how much she hated this superficial world of status, influence and power. Where people are only kind to people who are rich and powerful, while the power are neglected.
But as she was led deeper into the building, Emma began to remind herself of why she was here. This wasn't just about the money, influence or inheritance, it was about her father , about her true identity. About a man who left her but decided to give her everything her own. And if that meant with snobby receptionist, then, so be it.