Ethan's POV
I walk briskly through the lobby, my mind occupied with the day's pressing matters. In waiting for that girl to show up, I have inevitably delayed my next meeting, but I can still make it in time if we move quickly.
However, we have just passed the reception when I hear my name being yelled out.
"This slumdog princess has the guts to say that she actually met President Johnson yesterday! Are you plain delusional, or do you think you are some angel descended from heaven?"
Although the conversation is taking place outside, I can still catch some snippets.
"There is one thing I know for sure, that if President Johnson doesn't pay attention to the dozens of well-dressed, high-society women working in this office, then he would surely not pay attention to someone like you!"
The way she is screaming, and the sheer arrogance in this voice irritate me instantly. Well, this person better hope that they aren't one of my employees, because this isn't the kind of behavior I tolera
