Hearing the woman's surname, the receptionist's eyes instantly lit up. "You must be Miss West!
Assistant Quincy already called ahead to let us know!
He said that if you came, you could go right up!"
The receptionist approached with a gentle smile, respectfully guiding Willow West to the president's private elevator and pressing the button for her floor.
She had assumed Miss West was here on business from some other company.
But she never expected this Miss West to be such a stunning, otherworldly beauty.
And—
—she was carrying a thermos, which didn't look like she was here on business at all!
Willow West stepped into the elevator, thanking the receptionist with a slight nod and a smile.
Her smile was as warm and pleasant as a spring breeze.
As soon as the elevator doors closed, the receptionist hurried back to her desk, pulled out her phone, and sent a message to the small, private company gossip group.
[Breaking news!
