Underneath the Twin Towers, Isabella was having a tough conversation with the receptionist for the umpteenth time without success. She stomped her foot in frustration. "I'm an artist with Starlight Media! Why can't I go upstairs?"
"Sorry, Ms. Taylor, only individuals with a Twin Towers employee pass are allowed to enter the building."
"Then why did Xanthea get to go in just now?"
The receptionist remained silent, offering no response to her query.
The CEO's assistant had instructed that if Ms. Nightshade came looking for the CEO, she could take the express elevator straight to the 66th floor.
"Is Mr. Lockwood available?"
"I can't disclose that information. If you need to see the CEO, you should contact Cedric for an appointment."
"Please, can't you make an exception? I really have an urgent matter."
Isabella had secretly followed Xanthea to the Twin Towers, her heart heavy as she watched Xanthea looking utterly devastated in tears, as if pushed to the brink of despair. She feared Xanthea might do something drastic.
Now, being blocked in the lobby, her phone drenched and unusable from the rain, she couldn't reach anyone. What should she do?
As she anxiously wondered what to do, she noticed a phone on the reception desk.
"May I use the phone, please?"
"Sure."
Her fingers trembled as she dialed the number she had committed to heart years ago.
"Hello?"
A few seconds later, a crisp and clear voice came from the other end of the line. Isabella heard it and her voice trembled with nervousness, "Hello, Mr. Nightshade, it's Isabella..."
"Boom!"
A clap of thunder, accompanied by a fierce flash of lightning, suddenly illuminated the spacious office through the floor-to-ceiling windows, revealing the man's contorted yet handsome face on the sofa.
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