“I’m sorry, sir,” Krystal heard the lowest floor receptionist apologize to whoever was on the counter as she passed sideways towards the building elevator. “There is no one with the name of Jane Smith working here.”
That caused her to stop short in her tracks, nearly spilling her latte all over her pastel blue blazer as she made a full one-eighty turn.
“Are you sure?” came the familiar drawl, making her close her eyes in dismay. “Why don’t you check with your new boss? I’m sure she will immediately…”
“That’s alright, Christine,” Krystal retraced her steps quickly to intervene with her staff. “I’ve got this. Thank you.”
With a bow, the receptionist acknowledged her request and proceeded with another call while Krystal took a moment before facing the man opposite her. Why was he back in
