24

I find a reception at the first floor, business people, both men and woman, old and middle aged walk about, holding briefcases, cell phones to the ears or carrying a bunch of files. But they were all busy, no one stoops to talk to me, no one even notices me.

I continue with my mission,

“Excuse me” I call the attention of the receptionist, a pretty lady maybe a few years older then me, he lips painted a bright red that matches her top, at least what I can see of her outfit.

“Hello, how can I help you today?”

I look around, “Can you direct me to Ian Quinn’s office?”

The woman does a double take“Mr Quinn?”

“Yes”

Now she gives me a once over her brows arching dubiously “Are you sure?”

Trying to curve my emotions, I nod wishing she would direct me or send me to someone who can.

She points to the elevators at the side, pursing her lips. “Take the elevator to the top top floor, I should warn that you can only see him if you have and appointment, you look like a nice girl, surely any