Davina's POV
I finally stepped into the building, my hands trembling slightly.
The soft murmur of conversations drifted around me as people passed by, accompanied by the sharp tap of heels against marble floors.
Gripping the small purse slung over my shoulder, I headed directly to the front desk.
My heart hammered against my chest as I retrieved the ID card they'd given me yesterday.
My hands shook as I fumbled with it before setting it down in front of the receptionist.
The receptionist examined the ID briefly, then lifted her gaze to meet mine with a polite but mechanical smile. She reached for the phone and dialed quickly.
"Yes, she's here," the receptionist murmured into the receiver, her eyes darting to me momentarily before she responded to whoever was on the line.
After hanging up, the receptionist pointed toward the elevator bank. "Take the elevator to the upper floor. Someone will show you to your workstation."
