Chapter 18 - Margaret And Brooke Arrive At The Tower
Two hours later, a sleek black town car pulled up beneath the towering glass canopy of Whitmore Tower.
Margaret Harrington stepped out, wearing her finest mink coat and walking with rigid, haughty determination.
Brooke followed closely behind her, sunglasses hiding her tear-streaked eyes from the paparazzi stationed across the street.
They marched past the security turnstiles, demanding an immediate audience with the executive suite administration.
“We have an urgent appointment with Ms. Whitmore,” Margaret announced to the receptionist with aristocratic disdain.
The receptionist looked up from her computer screen with a calm, practiced smile.
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“Mrs. Harrington, you do not have an appointment, and building security has explicit instructions to deny entry,” the receptionist replied politely.
“Do you know who I am? My family built half of commercial real estate in this city!” Margaret shrieked, slamming her gloved hand on the desk.
