Meet Kelly Martins

A woman went through Archer Group International’s soaring glassy matrix. She walked with grace and elegance, dressed in designer clothing and wearing a pair of designer heels. She entered the reception area and requested to be guided to President Archer’s office by the receptionist. The woman at the front desk went completely still. Lord Archer set the ground rules, and it appeared that the man meant all he said at first glance. No one should ever come to his office without making an appointment. If she ever makes the mistake of allowing anyone into the building, she will be forced to resign from her position. She took a deep breath and swallowed hard as she glanced at the model before her. Although the woman was a model, she possessed an air of arrogance.

“Excuse me, ma’am; you are not permitted to enter unless you have made an appointment with President Archer’s assistant.”

“Is Zion in his office?” Kelly Martins was inquiring. She inquired, her scathing gaze resting on the receptio