A R I A N A
I pulled the hood of my sweatshirt lower over my face, I was wearing a pair of Natalie's old jeans and sneakers, nothing like Mrs. Russo, I looked like a normal, scared girl.
The lobby of Russo Corp was huge and shiny People in expensive suits rushed everywhere as I walked to the big reception desk, my heart pounding.
A woman with perfect makeup and a cold smile looked up. "Can I help you?"
"I need to see Dante Russo," I said, my voice quiet.
"Do you have an appointment?" she asked, already looking back at her computer screen.
"No… it's urgent. Please, just tell him—"
She cut me off, her eyes scanning my cheap clothes with a look of disgust. "Mr. Russo is a very busy man he doesn't see people without an appointment, especiallynot... random, common visitors." She said t
