The receptionist quickly stepped in front of her, bowing her head. "I'm sorry, sir, for allowing her to intrude. I tried to stop her, but she forced her way in. I will dismiss her right away," she said, fearing the wrath of the new boss, whose reputation for being calculating and ruthless preceded him.
Zane scanned the woman from head to toe. Dressed in a black hoodie and a cap that concealed her features, she looked almost unrecognizable. He wondered who she was to appear so discreet.
He lifted a hand and waved dismissively. "You may leave," he said coldly.
"Okay, sir," the receptionist replied and turned to leave.
Zane leaned back into his chair, asking, "Who are you? What do you want?"
"Selina sent me. I have an urgent message for you."
Ugly Swan? Zane muttered inwardly, a flicker of surprise flashing through his gaze.
"What message?" he asked.
