Passing through the automated sliding door, Camila felt nervous, walking up towards one of the two desks, formed in front of the large wooden door that had Director’s office, written on the black slate right in the middle of the door.
Tapping up on one of the desks, she grabbed the blond Russian’s attention, who looked up at her through her square spectacles.
“Yes? What can I do for you?”
She asked with a rude tone.
“I am Camila Santiago, here to see Dr. Munson.”
She told the blond Russian, who rubbed her red stained lips together, typing something in her computer and going through a list until her eyes finally found an answer.
The lady slid her glasses slightly down the nose, as if trying to concentrate on the computer’s screen and then looked up back at Camila.
“You are little ear
