Mirena hadn’t been back to Crest Finance in a few days. Now, standing in front of the building once again, the corners of her lips couldn't help but hike upwards.
Just like always, her plans all went down the lane she set for them. And this time around, this one too wasn't going to be any different.
With that thought in mind, she walked through the revolving doors of Crest Finance and made her way in.
Much like the last time she'd come, everything seemed the same. However, as Mirena's eyes drifted instinctively toward the reception area, she saw a new face sitting behind the desk.
The woman looked nervous, posture stiff, hands clasped too tightly as she typed something on the computer. Unlike the previous receptionist, this one looked like she didn't fit.
A shame… for her
