Charles’ POV
“Mr. Ricci . . .” the head of security began, stepping forward. “I only authorized Ms. Smith to pass through security because she had authorization from the reception desk.” He said.
I looked at the receptionist. Her eyes were wide, and her hands were trembling. She tried to control herself, but failed miserably.
“Mr. Ricci, I . . .” she stammered. “I checked the names on the list of meeting participants before authorizing her and the young woman who arrived with her to enter, but . . .”
“Was there anyone else trying to invade the meeting room?” I interrupted, cutting her off. John raised an eyebrow and looked at the woman.
She nodded. “Only Yala came up here, no one else,” John said.
“Yes, Ms. Smith was with a young woman named Veronica Turner,” the Receptionist said.
