Chapter 22: A dish best served cold (2)

At the Delarosa group of companies main branch. A woman dressed in a white suit strolled into the office. Everyone went about their business unaware of the storm that was coming.

The woman stayed steady in her path. Not being swayed to look to her sides or pay attention to the employees. Her mind was set forward, her hand clutching her bag tightly.

She held on to her bag as if her life depended on it. There was no telling what was going through her mind.

On reaching the elevator. She pressed the key for the top floor, leaned back on the wall, and her phone beeped in her pocket.

'We are set. Let me know when you are ready on your end.'

She read the next, a glint flashed in her eyes for a moment before she set her phone in her pocket. Patiently, she waited for the elevator to stop.

She reached her stop. The doors opened, stepping out, she wore an expressionless face and set forth. She sauntered to the end of the hallway. A big brown door stood before her.