Ten minutes later, Arabella Vanderbilt, clad in a vintage, form-fitting white suit and a matching fedora, holding a red rose in her hand, walked in with a relaxed stride.
Her fair and delicate skin complemented her usually cold face, now exuding a sharp and pronounced spirit.
At the reception, the blonde beauty was still entangled in a dispute with the attendants.
"I told you I made an appointment, why won't you let me in?"
"Sorry miss, but I just checked and our CEO doesn't have an appointment scheduled now! Can you please not make this difficult for us?"
"No appointment? I'll make one now, call and make an appointment for me! I have very important matters!"
"I'm sorry, but the CEO isn't in the office right now!"
"Lies, if he's not in, why didn't you say so earlier!"
"Even if we did, would you believe us?"
"Of course not!"
"But this time, the CEO is truly not in..."
Arabella watched the receptionist's expression, which didn't seem to suggest lying.