Shreya walked through the portico and oddly enough, passers-by were actually staring at her differently. She did not understand what was going on for a while… not because everyone was staring at her.
People always stared at her when she came to the office. And today she was wearing an outrageously red sweatshirt with her jean shirt. So, she knew she would be turning head.
But unlike the normal… their eyes were filled with fear rather than disdain. Every one respectfully bowed and greeted her before walking past her.
Her face frowned in confusion for a few minutes before she remembered the newspaper article.
Even though she had already come to the office in the past two days… she had been late. The first day, her flight was late and yesterday, she had an early morning meeting in the Imperial.
Speaking of Imperial, she should remember to go back and order the manager there to ease some of the rules there about the secrecy of her identity.