After a few beautiful women at the reception desk sized each other up regarding their makeup for the day, the most attractive one seized the opportunity to step in front of the others, raised her head, her oval face charming and gentle, and looking at Assistant Terrence with affectionate eyes, she softly said, "Hello, Assistant. Here's the thing. Ms. Hanson insists on seeing the President, and we're really at a loss on how to handle this. Could you help us?"
Assistant Terrence was quite aware that President Lawrence and the President's wife were observing him from a blind spot at the staircase corner, though they could see the beautiful receptionists fawning over him. He awkwardly coughed, discreetly putting some distance between himself and the stunning lady in front of him, "What's so difficult about it? The company rule states that the President doesn't see anyone without an appointment."
