Julianna looked around some more while she waited, standing right in front of the receptionist’s desk and maintaining her composure. Well-dressed men and women dropped in and out and the chatter was similar to what can be found in a banking hall; subdued and serious with a low laugh or two here and there.
“Miss—”, it was the receptionist’s turn now to ask and for Julianna to supply an answer.
“Julianna. Julianna Rojo.”
“You’re being expected, Miss Rojo. Seventh floor, the conference room on your right. Have a wonderful day,” finished Rosella with her well-practiced smile.
“Thank you,” Julianna replied with an equally little smile of hers before making her way to the elevator.
The conference room was even bigger than Julianna imagined it. A long table with an unbelievably polished and
