The following day dawned with new resolve.
Early in the morning, after clocking in at the office, Sally set off for the StylishEdge group with determination.
No matter the risks, she had to give it a try.
Upon arriving at StylishEdge, Sally walked straight to the reception desk. "Hi there, is Mr. Brandon around?" she asked.
"Hello, do you have an appointment?" the receptionist inquired, her eyes holding a trace of sympathy.
Recalling Gina's words, Sally grasped the unspoken message in the receptionist's eyes.
But at this point, there was no use in saying anything more.
Sally smiled, "No, but I'm a designer from GlamourWave group, and I need to discuss some business with Mr. Brandon. Could you let him know?"
"I'm sorry, but you need an appointment to see him," the receptionist repli
