The rich and powerful world has nothing to do with me. Megan shook her head and realized it was a waste of time to dwell on it. She stopped thinking about it and stepped into the lobby.
The lobby of Sky Entertainment was as huge as a soccer field. Megan was slightly speechless at the sight that greeted her. She couldn't be bothered to give Jake a call, so she walked ahead for a while before she finally arrived at the reception.
“Can I know which floor is the president's office on?” Megan asked politely.
To disguise herself, she put on a broad hat and a pair of shades.
Yet, the three receptionists carried on with their work and ignored her.
Megan thought little about it as they might be really busy. She stood aside and waited for a while. Shortly after, one receptionist stopped typing on her laptop and started chatting with the person next to her.
It belatedly dawned on Megan that the three were ignoring her on purpose. Are they being rude?
Her expression froze as she raised her voice. “Hey! Did you just pretend not to see me?”
Upon hearing her protest, the receptionists rolled their eyes. The one standing in the middle scanned Megan's disguise and frowned unhappily. “Why are you so annoying? Every day, we receive a lot of women who demand to see Mr. Wilson. No matter what they look like, they were all deluding themselves.”
She added, “Isn't it clear from our reaction? Mr.
Wilson won't see any female strangers. You don't have an appointment, right? Please leave now.”
Megan could understand the receptionists' hostility, but her interest was piqued. Are there seriously women who would come to meet other men for no reason?
Instantly, a chill traveled down Megan's spine as it occurred to her how other women would be envious of her for she had grabbed Jake's hand.
There was no need to trouble the receptionists. Megan let out a sigh and removed her shades so she could give Jake a call.
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