The smooth porcelain counter was lightly tapped twice, and the receptionist looked up to see a delicate and gentle face. The voice was amicable: "Hello, I need to see your President Gardiner."
The receptionist was startled. The woman in front of her was elegantly and nobly dressed, with a seemingly gentle demeanor but an invisible aura of authority. She nodded: "Do you have an appointment?"
"No."
"Then what is your name?"
"Florence Fuller."
The receptionist was shocked and quickly said, "Mrs. Gardiner, I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was you; I'll contact President Gardiner for you right away."
She hurriedly reached for the phone, but in her flustered state, knocked over a cup, spilling water all over the table. She glanced nervously at Florence, who didn't seem to blame her and spoke gently: "No need to contact him, I'll go up myself. Please swipe the door for me."
The young woman nodded repeatedly and took out a card to lead her over.
