MIND LINKING SOPHIA?

"It is not your turn, madam." A man dressed in black attire tells Isabella as she increases her pace with haste, darting her eyes forward and backward the compound.

"It's not my turn to do what?" She retorts. Now, we are all with her except Karl who is sitting inside the car.

"Today is the first day of celebration. So, to see Robert, you have to be patient." He explains and Isabella hiccups.

"Who are you?" Dylan asks.

"I'm his personal assistant." He bows his head a bit and smirks.

"I'm not interested in this kind of talk. Just let us in if you don't want any problem, okay?" I speak up, and he kind of frowns his face.

"Problem?" He asks, directing us to a seat. "Don't repeat that. I'll let him know there are people waiting for him here."

"Add the tone of urgency." Dylan says, shutting Isabella up. The man soon enters the office and in few seconds he comes out again and waves at us.