I approach the front desk with a small smile, feeling every ounce of confidence in the way my heels click against the polished marble floors before meeting the receptionist's gaze as she greets me with professional politeness.
“I’d like to see Richard Steward,” I say, keeping my tone smooth, almost casual.
The receptionist blinks, clearly taken aback by the request, though she masks her surprise quickly. “Richard Steward?” she asks, as if confirming she heard right. “The CEO?”
“That’s right,” I nod, giving her a faint smile that I know conveys I won’t take no for an answer.
There’s a brief pause as she processes this, then she asks, “And may I tell him who’s asking?”
“Tell him it’s Elliot Jones’ daughter,” I reply, watching her reaction closely. There’s a flicker of recognition and ma
