was about to walk into.
The receptionist’s eyes widened when Clara stepped off the elevator. “Mrs. Cole! I mean, Ms.—I’m sorry, should I call you—”
“Clara is fine,” she said. “Is Héctor in?”
“Yes, ma’am. Conference Room A.”
Clara walked through the corridors of Nexora as employees emerged from offices, staring, whispering. The news from Saturday’s gala continue reading …
