Standing before Sinclair Group, Anathea drew a deep breath and slowly made her way through the entrance.
She'd been allowed entry the last time she delivered Gregory's lunch, but this time, she was stopped by the security guard. He refused to let her through without an access card.
"I'm here to see Mr. Sinclair," Anathea tried to reason with the guard.
"Listen, if I let everyone who comes here to see Mr. Sinclair through, his office would be swarming with people." The guard pulled her aside and said in a business-like manner, "I'm afraid we can't let you through without an appointment."
Anathea had no choice but to fish out her phone and call Gregory, but he didn't pick up. She frowned and called him several times. It wasn't until the tenth call that he finally answered his phone, not that he seemed to be in a hurry to put her through.
"Yes?" Gregory asked impassively.
"I'd like to speak to you. Are you free now?" Anathea asked.
Gregory seemed to know the reason for her visit. H
