Tomas was someone important, or at least that’s what Amelia presumed as she followed Mia through the lobby of the building where his office was. The closer they got to meeting Tomas, the more Mia seemed restless and frustrated. She even muttered to herself occasionally, which only made Amelia feel guiltier for involving her in yet another one of her problems.
“Miss Mia,” one of the receptionists behind the front desk in the lobby greeted Mia with a cordial smile before she even had time to say anything. The receptionist, like the entire environment around her, had an impeccable appearance. She wore a dark uniform that fit her body perfectly, her blond hair was tied back in a ponytail, and her makeup was light but striking. It was as if even her appearance had been planned to match the so
