Chapter 18

Irene quickly parked her car in the designated employee parking area. With hurried steps, she rushed towards the main entrance of the office building where she worked. Her gaze briefly flickered to the silver wristwatch on her left hand – it was 8:15 AM, which meant she was 15 minutes late due to the traffic jam.

"Ah, darn it!" she exclaimed.

Irene's steps quickened until she reached the entrance of the office building and met a security guard she had known for the past two years of working there.

"Good morning, Ms. Chamomile," the security guard greeted with his usual friendly smile.

For some reason, the security guard at her office had a penchant for addressing Irene by her last name, Chamomile, which happened to be the name of a flower. He would often say that the chamomile flower was as beautiful as Irene's face, both equally exquisite and lovely.

"Morning, Mr. Hugo," Irene replied.

Irene paused for a moment and then asked Hugo, the security guard of her office building, "Has the