KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
"Come in."
The secretary pushed open the door to the President's Office. Approaching the desk, she looked at the handsome and distinguished man, her heart thumping nervously.
"President, there's a lady downstairs claiming to be Miss Amelia Shaw. She'd like to see you. What are your instructions?"
Thomas Shannon looked up, his gaze shifting from the file to the secretary's face, his deep eyes growing even colder. "What?"
"Miss Amelia Shaw is downstairs. She wants to meet with you. Is it... possible?" The secretary's heart raced, and she found herself breathing carefully.
SNAP.
The file folder closed.
The secretary tensed, frowning slightly and closing her eyes, bracing for the storm she expected when Thomas Shannon spoke, his voice cold, "Let her come up."
"Yes... yes, President!" The secretary breathed a sigh of relief and turned, leaving quickly.
The receptionist hung up the telephone. "Miss Shaw, the President invites you upstairs."
"Alright."
