"Remove your hand from her, and I will call Mr. Simon to clarify," the head of the guards said and dialed a number on the telephone.
Zarina blew out a breath, grimacing at her wrist and feeling a scorching pain. When she scanned it, there were red marks. "Aww! That old man has a bad mouth," she murmured.
Meanwhile, Simon was sitting at his desk outside the CEO's office, checking the schedule for the afternoon. The telephone beside him rang, and he averted his gaze from his tablet to answer it. "Hello, this is Simon, the CEO's secretary. How may I help you?" he asked in a formal voice.
"Hello, sir. This is Iggy from the entrance guard. We want to confirm if the office of the CEO is expecting someone named Zarina because the guards had shoved her away," the guard explained.
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