"Hello. I'm here to pick you up. Please follow me."
The voice came abruptly, and Ashley looked up to find a woman standing before her, composed and sharp in appearance. She wore a crisp, tailored suit with a knee-length skirt, her posture straight, her movements precise.
Four-inch heels clicked softly against the floor, her hair pulled into a neat, low bun, and black-rimmed glasses framed a pair of focused, no-nonsense eyes.
She carried herself with the unmistakable air of someone accustomed to efficiency, likely a senior secretary.
Without offering further explanation, the woman turned and began walking.
Ashley didn't question it. She simply fell into step behind her, noticing the brisk pace and the sense of urgency in her movements. It was enough for Ashley to understand that this woman was busy, and she was likely squeezing this task between others.
So she kept quiet, following along without a word.
