I forgot what her name was but I skipped happily towards her.
It was the woman Hayley promoted the day I went for the interview. She was neatly dressed in a navy blue pants suit and her brown hair was wrapped in a neat bun on top of her head.
She cleaned up pretty nicely.
With a smile, she greeted me, "Hello Miss Martinez, how may I help you today?" I could see the judging looks behind her "genuine" smile but I guess she doesn't want what happened to that other receptionist to happen to her too.
I smiled, "Hi, could you direct me to-"
I paused for a bit and contemplated if I should say Dylan or Mr. Faux. Out of professionalism, I went with the latter. She did something on her computer and looked back at me, "He's in a meeting right now but you can still go up and wait. It's floor 40, room 10."
I thanked her and made my way to the elevator.