Penelope POV
"Get John down here right now!"
Kimberly stomped her heel against the marble floor of the lobby. The sharp crack of plastic against stone echoed straight up to the high ceiling. Two security guards by the turnstiles shifted their weight, their eyes locking onto her.
"Miss, I have already explained the procedure to you," the receptionist said. She did not look up from her computer screen. Her fingers kept tapping away on the keyboard, a steady, rhythmic clicking that filled the tense air. "Mr Sterling does not take unscheduled meetings. Especially not with walk-ins."
"Do you even know who I am?" Kimberly lunged forward, slamming both palms onto the sleek polished wood of the reception desk. Her face flushed a dark, angry purple. "I am not a walk-in! Tell him to come down an
