The facade of Bayon and Berkley’s remained the same after two weeks of Julianna's absence. She didn't know what she was expecting, maybe that the twin towers should have merged into one or the entire lobby redecorated with black carpets and red roses with the receptionist wearing a matching black dress with ruby red lipstick.
Then on the other side, her former work colleagues from the dungeon and Mr. Marcello all dressed in black and rolling out a black carpet for her to walk on while in the background the sorrowful sweet tune of an acapella hired by Mr Xavi Simon could be heard playing and leading her own.
Julianna shook her head a bit as if to dispel the images in her head and see what was actually in front of her. The lobby was busy as always, with clients and workers alike milling ab
