Summer's Point of View
The two women eyed me skeptically, their eyebrows raised in disbelief. They looked at each other as the corner of their mouths twitching with the effort of suppressing laughter, until the first woman spoke, "Mister Carter ordered us not to let anyone into his office. If you're indeed the renowned Missus Carter, shouldn't you have phoned ahead so he could give us permission to grant you access?"
"Miss, I don't have time—"
I was interrupted as she grabbed the book list, her voice ringing out, "If you can be patient, I'll check if you're on the list of his appointments so I can inform him and he can wave you in."
I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth, trying to keep my patience. I was convincing myself that the reason they didn't know me was because they weren't
