Phoenix, Arizona
Moments Later
As Carl exited the conference room, the receptionist hurriedly came up to him as if something was wrong.
“Carl. I have this lady here asking me about you. I asked her if she was a client, but she wouldn’t tell me her name. She’s waiting for you in the reception area,” Cheryl muttered so that no one else could hear their conversation. She was concerned it was a personal matter and didn’t want to reveal it to the rest of the staff.
Carl was puzzled by the news. Straining his neck in different directions to see the mysterious woman, Carl couldn’t look into the reception area from the inner office part because the door between the area had no windows. He didn’t walk to the windowed receptionist desk out of concern of revealing his presence before he knew who
