It's quarter to 12, and soon, employees at the company will be having their lunch break. Clay stops to survey the highly prestigious building. It's a lot different here in the morning. There are a lot of people going in and out of the building; customers, employees, people with appointments, business partners, and the like, all wearing their professional attire. Needless to say, you rarely see this many people at night.
Clay walks through two glass doors, wearing a casual white blouse, and light blue jeans, coupled with white sandals. Her blonde locks frame her face in big waves, one side flows over her shoulder while the other flows at the opposite.
She approaches the receptionist, looking for Genevieve, but she can't find her, so she calls for a colleague instead, "hey, rick."
Rick
