Upon reaching Woods Corporation, Lilian rushed into the towering glass building in haste. She could feel the prying eyes of the staff on her as she stormed through the lobby, her determination radiating from her every step.
“I need to see the CEO, Sebastian Woods,” she declared to the receptionist.
The receptionist, a young woman with an air of arrogance, raised an eyebrow. “Do you have an appointment?”
“Appointment? Kourtney’s in jail, and I need to talk to him now!” Lilian exclaimed, her voice rising with urgency.
The receptionist smirked, flipping her long hair over her shoulder as if Lilian’s panic was a mere triviality. “I’m sorry, but you cannot see President Woods without a proper appointment.”
Lilian felt like slamming her overly done plastic surgery face on the desk, but sh
