The doors of Bennett Industries swung open with a force no one saw coming.
Everyone stared at the lady in black as she walked gracefully yet fearfully down the company’s corridors.
There were no comments, no questions,
no one stopped her, no one stood in her way.
She moved like a storm in heels—composed on the surface, but every step carried weight. Purpose and fire.
The receptionist stood slowly, her mouth ajar. She didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t ask her why she was here or who she was here for. She just let her walk.
She quickly reached for her laptop, tapping the keyboards faster than her hands could stop her.
The lady knew what she was doing, who she was informing of her presence but she said nothing and did nothing.
She made her way to the elevator, aiming for the the
