042: No Man May Take Away (5)

They sat in a row, dressed in deep purple skirt suits that were professional and stylish. The standard professional smiles hung on their strikingly beautiful faces, their mouths slightly opened to reveal a few teeth, as if they were all identical.

"Hello." The twenty or so women stood up, bowed slightly, their actions were well-practised, just like flight attendants.

"Tara Summer." Tara reported her name, her small face stern, "I want to see your President!"

"Miss Summer, is it?" The team leader greeted her with a subtle smile and immediately stepped forward with a gesture, "We've been waiting for you, please."

They knew she'd come? Frowning, Tara kept moving.

"Hello." Once she had been led into the elevator, the lead receptionist finally used her headset to connect to the secretarial office, "Please inform Miss Snow Eagle that Miss Summer is in the elevator..."

When she received a response, she ended the call and returned to the reception desk.