Victoria
"Damn it! He's not picking my calls," I screamed, slamming the phone on my desk.
"Is everything alright?" Scott asked, rushing into my office.
I grabbed my bag and phone and began heading to the door. "I'm going out."
"Ma'am, the papers—"
"Handle everything for now," I chimed in.
"Alright, ma'am Victoria," he said, as I walked out of the door.
I found my way into the elevator. It felt like it was taking days for the elevator to reach the first floor.
Immediately it reached, I rushed out of the elevator.
"I'm signing out for today," I yelled to the receptionist and left the building.
"Greetings, Mrs Victoria," my driver said as he opened the door.
"Smiths Estate," I informed him and got into the backseat of the car.
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"I'm sorry, but we can't let you in," one of the security guards said, obstructing the way.
"I need to speak to Lorenzo," I said, fiercely.
"He has given an order not to let anyone in," Larry said.
