The Sterling Group R&D Building.
Director Linden had been waiting in the lobby for less than five minutes when a discreet black Guster pulled into the parking area at the main entrance.
A bodyguard from the front seat stepped out, bowed respectfully, and opened the rear door. A handsome, upright figure emerged. Even with a mask on, his refined and noble air left Director Linden momentarily dazed.
She was inwardly marveling at which nearby company had produced such a handsome man, when she saw him walk toward her with unhurried, graceful ease, finally stopping at the entrance of the Sterling Group's R&D department.
He took out his phone, pulled up a temporary access code, and spoke in a gentle, captivating voice, "I'm looking for Celia Sterling."
Director Linden shot to her feet and strode forward, her tone enthusiastic. "Are you the one delivering afternoon tea for President Sterling?"
