_Author’s POV_
Situated on the outskirts of the city, VitalCare Solutions was housed in a sleek, modern building surrounded by meticulously landscaped gardens.
As Zarelle arrived at the company, she noticed the deserted atmosphere. Even the receptionist at the front desk seemed half-asleep.
Frowning, she approached the desk and rapped her fingers on the table to get the receptionist’s attention.
“What? Call the hotline if you want—” the receptionist began groggily but stopped short as her eyes widened in surprise. “Oh, Miss Feymere!”
Zarelle’s expression was grim as she glared at the receptionist. “Is Nikolas here?” she demanded, her tone leaving no room for evasiveness.
The receptionist, flustered by Zarelle’s presence, shook her head quickly. “The boss, I mean, the CE
