Just as Attlee was trying to walk through the entrance with his wife and daughter, with the invitation in hand, one of the security guards stopped him on the spot.
"Sorry, sir, which corporation do you represent?"
Attlee was taken aback. "Didn't you see my text just now? Haven't you heard of the Harris Group?"
"The Harris Group?" The security guard seemed genuinely clueless. Today's auction was filled with top-notch corporations, and he had never heard of smaller ones like the Harris Group. He hurriedly asked his colleague, "Is the Harris Group also participating in the auction today?"
"I'm not sure. It doesn't ring a bell. Let me check."
"Sorry, could you please wait a moment?"
Attlee and his family seemed a tad unhappy being held up at the gate. "This is the text you guys sent me to remind me to come over today; how could this be an issue? Can't a text prove my identity?"
