"Do you have an appointment with her?" The blond-haired woman at the reception asked Nikki.
She shook her head. She just needed to have a brief chat with Sash, not have an interview for a job. She didn't think an appointment was necessary. Even if she did, she didn't know the process.
"Then I'm sorry but you can't see Mrs. Piason." The lady said with a little too much cockiness.
"But I have to see her today. Now." Nikki pointed out. The secretary failed to see the urgent look on her face. Instead, all what she saw was a filthy classless girl. Maybe that's all she wanted to see.
"I don't care. We work under a strict schedule here. No appointment, no seeing Miss Sasha, especially for the filthy peasants." She wiped invisible tears from her eyes in mockery. "Boo-hoo."
Nikki scrunched her
