“Grace Ashmont,” she said to the receptionist who gave her a customer-service look.Grace’s classy smile widened under her Celine sunglasses. She wore a camel-colored cashmere coat, open over a black turtleneck and tight denim trousers that further drew attention to her long legs.The receptionist checked the computer and nodded. “Oh. Yes, you’re scheduled in the Transition Hub.” Then she picked out a keycard from one of the drawers underneath the counter. “It’s the third office on the fifth…”“I know where it is, thank you,” Grace said, and then took the keycard from the woman. Her nails were short, filed square, and painted a dark wine colour that looked almost black in certain light. “Thank you.”As Grace walked away, the receptionist’s eyes followed her, wondering where she recognised her from.When Grace reached the said room, she swiped the card, the lock turned green, she went inside and closed the door.Then she breathed out. It was her third time in the building and today it
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