“The chief wants to see you in the meeting room.” The first guard that approached the receptionist
“Hmmkay.” Mayer willingly obliged.
She raised her hands signifying surrender and smirked at the two guards as she approached the meeting room with her heels clicking and clocking along the way.
Her confident catwalk towards the door only told Arthur the truth further.
Even if the meeting room was closed off to the outside office, with Arthur’s sense heightened, he could see and hear everything outside.
As the guards opened the door for her, and as Mayer approached the chief at the right side of his table, Arthur came to a strong conclusion of the two scenarios – one was she was a spy or the second one was that it was only a test.
And the further was proving itsel
