Savannah strutted into the SGH building, her heels clicking against the marble floors. She wore a fitted black pencil skirt paired with a crisp white blouse, the sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal her Cartier bracelet. A Hermès belt cinched her waist, and her dark shades added a touch to her dress sense. Her hair was styled in a sleek, high ponytail, emphasizing her sharp features and professional demeanor. Her assistant, Lina, a fierce and no-nonsense woman, followed closely behind.
Normally, whenever Savannah entered the building, she brought attention to herself. She would announce her presence or send someone on an immediate errand. There was just something that she would do to bring people's attention to herself. But today wasn't the day. For the first time in a very long while,
